i suffer from my silence
 i rejoice in voices heard
 when asked to speak i vacillate
 and cannot say a word
 he tells me do not falter
 do not wait until your turn
 it may not come – patience becomes
 a trait to be unlearned
 and so in haste i reach to speak
 my actions speak of change
 chutzpah replaces dithering
 as wax replaces wane 

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