My name is Jazmine Dubois, and this is My Voice
If I had a voice, I would tell you
that when I know I'm alone,
really alone...
I SCREAM BAD WORDS AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS!
Words I never ever say in normal conversation.
I imagine Huey Freeman sitting next to me under the tree on top of The Hill,
correcting me, criticizing me, shutting down all my innocent childish thoughts,
and I just cuss him out.
I use every word I can think of and I just let them fly.
When I say them, they aren't just meaningless connective tissues to my average discord.
No.
They are daggers.
Sharp.
Each one solitary ammunition to wound my target.
BLANK!
BLANK!
BLANK! BLANK! BLANK! BLANK!
...BLANK!
Afterwards, I always think I will feel better, and I do for a moment.
But then...I remember myself,
Who I really am on the inside,
and I end up feeling more alone and lost.