Jennifer Mojica Academia showed me a poem a few weeks ago. It rocked me. Her honesty lays waste to lies. Prepare yourself.
DEAR VOICE
Dear Voice,
No one listened to you.
No one believed you.
So, Lying Voice showed up to help teach you the way to get attention.
Lying Voice slowly became louder and more convincing compared to Honest Voice, the
“Honorable Mention.”
Lying Voice became a way of safety.
Lying Voice became a way to be seen.
Lying Voice became a way of survival, not like every teen.
“I am fine,” say’s Lying Voice, when deep down inside, she wanted to die.
“I like it,” says Lying Voice, just to make him finish faster, even now, she cries.
Lying Voice grew stronger when she discovered that she became a way of making
sense when the truth was too painful.
Honest Voice says to Lying Voice, “Stop making promises to yourself and to
others that you can’t keep. That’s not faithful. That’s so unacceptable.
How dare you, Lying Voice, you hypocrite!”
She doesn’t even throw a fit!
Lying Voice, you have many
faces:
You look like fear.
You look like survival.
You look like control.
You look like manipulation.
You look like shame.
You look like love.
You look like strength.
You look smart and dread the next time the acting must start again.
You look like seduction.
You look like deception
You cringe with the anxiety of a confirmed conception.
Lying Voice, today I am listening to your voice and I cry for your many faces.
I hear YOUR VOICE of pain for being with so many races.
I hear YOUR VOICE of trauma.
I hear YOUR VOICE of fear.
I hear YOUR VOICE of whimpering tears of wishing someone was near.
I hear YOUR VOICE of exhaustion from all of your endless attempts of creating love,
when all this led to was washing off their filth in your tub.
Lying Voice says to herself, “It’s Soft Porn, it’s not that bad”
as she robotically begins to blow his horn.
I hear YOUR DESPERATE VOICE for safety and protection, but all you received were
MULTIPLE erections.
I hear YOUR VOICE of needing to be held without anyone sticking their tongue down
your throat.
I hear YOUR VOICE of yearning to feel beautiful and cherished without paying the
price of the unwanted thrusting, so you “float”…into the ceiling.
I hear YOUR VOICE of screaming “NO MORE!” still no one listened.
I stand corrected. You were heard, but no one listened.
I hear YOUR VOICE as you witness “justice” fall.
Lying Voice, you mastered you so well that you convinced yourself to believe that you
ARE truth,
OH, the irony of it all!!!
Honest Voice asked herself, “How do I un-create this Counterfeit Voice when the root
of its very purpose was created from the pure desperation of telling the truth and for the
courts to file, yet she was only met with her mother’s inscrutable piercing countenance of cultural denial?”
Honest Voice asks herself, “How do I gracefully shut the door of this Lying Voice that
was opened by a desecrated 12-year-old little girl?”
Dear Lying Voice,
You’ve aged out.
I see you.
I hear you.
I honor you.
You are safe now.
You can go now.
Thank you for your service.
Sincerely,
Honest Voice
Written by Jennifer Mojica Academia
Copyright 6/25/2020