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I am just a passerby, take no notice of meWhile I take note of everything
I won’t say a word, don’t fuss
Only my eyes are open, my mouth is sealed
And it’s only a pen in my hand, no weapon of mass destruction
I won’t try to change the constitution, sit tight
I won’t campaign at the mall or advocate for human rights
Save for my right to write
I don’t have a heart to give away
I bled my heart on scraps of paper
That the wind blew to unknown places
I am the voice on paper, spare a glance
I am the voice without a face, or a name
Anyone’s voice, speaking to those willing to listen
© 2010, Thandeka Gonde
Publisher: First published on PIW,
Publisher: First published on PIW,
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I am just a passerby, take no notice of meWhile I take note of everything
I won’t say a word, don’t fuss
Only my eyes are open, my mouth is sealed
And it’s only a pen in my hand, no weapon of mass destruction
I won’t try to change the constitution, sit tight
I won’t campaign at the mall or advocate for human rights
Save for my right to write
I don’t have a heart to give away
I bled my heart on scraps of paper
That the wind blew to unknown places
I am the voice on paper, spare a glance
I am the voice without a face, or a name
Anyone’s voice, speaking to those willing to listen
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