Take My Voice

we are all miscounted as malignant mistakes but i wont wear the worthlessness you clothe me in. You discard me like i am damaged. dying. destructive. In reality i am mended. surviving. creating. You cannot oppress me. Even if you take my voice, my hand will take up a pen that will form words and those words will make art and that art will speak for me. hear now, i will not be screaming. there will be no bolded font or a caps key locked down. I wont even make a sound.