MY VOICE I DON'T LOVE

Hello beautiful souls 🌸
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.

“My Voice I Don’t Love” by Abefe

My voice I don’t love.

Even when others say
“You sound beautiful and sweet,”
I know how terrified, distorted, and imbalanced
I felt by the hearing of this voice.

I cringe by the hearing of this voice—
Not because I wanted to,
But because it doesn’t sound
Like the me I thought I’d 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 don’t have to love it yet—
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 wouldn’t 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.

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