A poem about overcoming my self consciousness about my speaking voice. This is the poem without music A Voice EvolvedA voice of self-consciousnessA voice of doubtA child trapped in a darkroomWanting to go forthIn the remote wilderness butNo one can hear my screamThey don’t hear the real meI often wasn’t seenThey see what they want to seeThey listen to what they want to hear I begin to hear their distorted audioOf my vocalsSo begins the fearPeople thought silencedmeI became stagnant and stuckUntil one day, I stopped giving a…You know whatExactly. You filled it in right.The voice of many watersBroke throughMy self-critical damFlooding I spoke life into who I amA voice that is bornA voice that’s meA voice that has now evolvedP.O.P. is free.