Voice, powerful and strong like a blade to skin
Born to fight but the words were trouble
Although I was my mothers kin
I had been stuck in my own bubble
Words wouldn\'t come out correct
so I always stopped and checked
thought long and hard on words I said
always changing them around in my head
Others seemed to stop and laugh
all due to the way I spoke
Quite frankly I couldn\'t handle this riffraff
So I wanted to hide in my invisibility cloak
all because I couldn\'t help but choke
I dreamt of times of better days
I dreamt that all my troubles went away
The voice had been a battle in every which way
The battle for my thu\'um gave me life
it gave me a gift
it gave me a mind as sharp as a knife