THE GIRL WITH A VOICE by Fathima Ahmed

Her thoughts began to wonder
Sleep had deserted her
Her mind rolling back and forth
To a conversation held previously
Of a dark period
That began so unjustly

A dark period that was meant to pass
That began alas
Due to naivety and a craving
To be a somebody
In a crowd of fanatics.
A voice that would be foolishly wasted
The what and the why
Only meant for those
Who understood her motives to be heard

The what for every obvious reason
To please, to impress, for a liking which did not exist.

A liking of admiration not love
A fools attempt worthy of casting a shame
That was bound to be remembered for life
A shame which came about by believing
A scam so disgustingly deceiving
Created by a group
of bratty Filipino twenty somethings
No more words than two can describe them.
Of all the vile and despicable things of this world
Nothing can bring you apart
than those who are attention seeking.

Yet what saddens me is not my past
Nor my flaws or foolish mistakes
Despite them all, to leave it all behind and
Embrace a new chapter
A new person who loves you
Who finds you more beautiful
Than any attention seekers occupation
A model or a singer
A student nurse or an actress.

Some people make a difference in this world
They do not stoop so low
To pull deceiving illegal scams
They do not make their careers through illegal means
They certainly are not hackers or fakers.
They make a difference
They have a VOICE.
And they DO NOT need
To put anyone down
Break someone apart

Bully someone through the internet
Just to achieve it.

They are those just like our girl with a VOICE.
Our girl who intends
to use her Voice
To make a difference in this sorry world
full of bullies we live in
To be an inspiration to the fallen
Because in the end
Its the bully we pity for his or her insecurity
Not the victim who will triumph above all
Who will be heard above all
The fakers and liars who try so hard
Who will always be falling
In a vast, dark chasm they keep on digging
For themselves
Hoping to reach the sky
Only to fall to the bottom of the earth

In the end that’s what counts
No amount of beauty or stardom
Can last a lifetime
Everyone has a beginning and an end
Its how you changed, who you became as a person
How you lived your life
That will show you,
Your path that will continue surely
in the afterlife.