My voice is louder
When my thoughts are clearer
Clear thoughts tell me
Fragments need to be connected
Connected with the spirit of the universe
Your voice, loud as a bomb
Soft as a feather
That’s how my eyes see you
Your voice deep, husky
Whispering gently
That’s how my eyes find you
My body, my mind, my sound
But in our difference
United in resistance
My wrong, your right
My right, your wrong
My silence is louder than your scream
This poem was developed by the facilitators (above) and participants in the session on: ‘Visions through the arts: Rights and justice for disabled and non-disabled women’ AWID 2016 Brazil conference
We are happy for people to use this poem where they think it is appropriate and will contribute to their work in justice and rights for women. We would ask if it is used in any way that the source of the poem be acknowledged and referenced as stated above.