I won’t be silenced, hear me burst,
My voice will never be coerced.
I’ll speak my thoughts, both loud and strong,
In a world that tries to hush my song.
Never shut me up, I won’t conform,
My passion and ideas will swarm.
Through poetry, my words will soar,
Breaking chains of silence, I implore.
In every stanza, I find my might,
A symphony of words, shining bright.
I’ll craft my verses, one by one,
A rebellion against the silenced sun.
My pen is my weapon, my heart the guide,
In this world, I’ll never hide.
My rhyme and rhythm, my fearless art,
An anthem that touches every part.
The ink flows freely, forming words anew,
Expressing truths, both old and true.
They may try to silence, muffle my voice,
But my poems will rise, they have no choice.
With every syllable, I’ll make them see,
The power of words, that sets us free.
In the face of silence, I’ll never yield,
Crafting my lines, refusing to shield.
So never shut me up, for I am a poet,
Boundless and bold, my verses will grow it.
I’ll break through barriers, shatter the walls,
Creating a symphony, where freedom calls.