Hello beautiful souls đ¸
Words Carry emotins, just like color on canvas. Today I'm sharing a poem titled "my voice I don't love". This poem expresses the struggle of accepting an irreplaceable part of identity (The voice , a distorted part of the body e.t.c., and the journey towards finally embracing it with intension and love.
âMy Voice I Donât Loveâ by Abefe
My voice I donât love.
Even when others say
âYou sound beautiful and sweet,â
I know how terrified, distorted, and imbalanced
I felt by the hearing of this voice.
I cringe by the hearing of this voiceâ
Not because I wanted to,
But because it doesnât sound
Like the me I thought Iâd be.
Forgetting that all I needed
To sound like the voice I want is
The acceptance and love for my voice,
The courage to take it as it is.
My voice may not
Sound like what I hoped,
But it is mine.
It carries my truth, and that is enough.
My voice is the sound of my becoming.
I donât have to love it yetâ
But I will.
Reflection: Anytime I came across my recorded voice on my phone, I would quickly skip it because I used to feel people wouldnât like it. Over time, I realized how much that habit affected my courage to sing as a chorister. But eventually, I learned to overcome that fear, and now I can speak and sing with confidence.