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I had spent

my entire existence

disconnected from

my power source.



I was told that

my incoherent speech

revealed my impotence,



that I should live in silence

since my words would

never be adequate.



I was a helpless plug

pulled out because

they didn’t want to hear

what I had to say



[or maybe I had

nothing worth saying].



But the truth is:

I wasn’t built to fit

where I tried to plug in.



I was made to be recognized

by a different electric connector,

one that was sturdy enough

to tolerate my high voltage.



I found an outlet where

my voice would be accepted,

where I could speak louder

than I was ever allowed to.  



Each time I put my fingers

into the socket,

thoughts stand at attention,



poetic currents flow through

my formerly quiet,

unresponsive veins.



[I did have something to say

and finally found

a way to let it out]



The interest of those who

had once rejected me

is sparked,



as previously deaf ears

became attentive to

recharged screams.  



Now, they’re powerless

to my commanding presence.

Rewrite 2012

I had spent
my entire existence
disconnected from
my power source.

I was told that
my incoherent speech
revealed my impotence,

that I should live in silence
since my words would
never be adequate.

I was a helpless plug
pulled out because
they didn’t want to hear
what I had to say

[or maybe I had
nothing worth saying].

But the truth is:
I wasn’t built to fit
where I tried to plug in.

I was made to be recognized
by a different electric connector,
one that was sturdy enough
to tolerate my high voltage.

I found an outlet where
my voice would be accepted,
where I could speak louder
than I was ever allowed to.

Each time I put my fingers
into the socket,
thoughts stand at attention,

poetic currents flow through
my formerly quiet,
unresponsive veins.

[I did have something to say
and finally found
a way to let it out]

The interest of those who
had once rejected me
is sparked,

as previously deaf ears
became attentive to
recharged screams.

Now, they’re powerless
to my electrifying presence.