A poems by Mpumelelo Sihlali

I was not told that I have a right to share my opinion,

I have a right to freedom of speech but,

Now they say I can’t exercise that right,

How do I cope without speaking my mind,

Beinh voiceless is nature born you can’t choose,

But you can choose what to do with the situation,

I chose to become the voice of the voiceless

How do you share your mind when brainstorming,

Do you raise your hand to be noticed? OR,

Do you keep quite until you get asked?

If only we were treated normally?

If only our thoughts and opinions counted,

But we are not noticed and heared,

Thats the culture of being voiceless

Earth has the 10th planet,

That is where we belong,

The voiceless planet,

Where we acknowledge our selves,

Where we use what we have to pass sense,

Our hands to make meaning,

The pen and paper to right oir feelings,

That is how we like afterall we are voiceless