Freedom of Speech

My freedom, my speech
Is it not those freedoms that was fought for?
My words dealt with such meaning
The power of my tone
Invoked by the haunting feelings
Cannot be related or belated
Rather to be said now
Within this moment
I use of my right
My freedom of speech.
My speech is different
I hear those that hear those that hear those not like me
My whispers, my cry, memories of past troubles
I'll speak, I'll scream to whomever
Whenever I feel slighted
I used my freedom of speech to eloquently recant my daydream
The one I muffled to not be heard
I used my freedom of speech to voice a voice not yet raised
But confident and steadfast in feeling
My voice was heard
It did in fact resonate passionately
To reverberate strongly and loudly
I used my freedom of speech to speak out against the injustice I felt
When you dealt me that low blow my speech blew back
You cannot stifle this speech I've been given.
My freedom, my speech
Your freedom, your speech
All is meaningless without the listening of
Who will be there to listen as my freedom speaks?