Borrowed Voice

Listen here

I asked a question soft but clear

And watched it vanish 'fore it reached their ear

The same question returned—dressed a different way

And all ears hear what I was trying to say.

Something shifts—but we don't name it

Not the truth—but whose mouth gets to frame it

Say it in a borrowed voice

A different key, that gives you choice

Change the tone, unlock the door

They hear it now… they didn't before

I've seen ideas fall like rain

Then rise again with a different name

A steadier hand, a deeper tone

Now it lands on its own

We call it logic, call it sense

But it’s a wild weed seed blooming…

on the cultivated side of the fence

Same seed, different skin

Now the truth comes circling in

Change the key, unlock the door

They hear it now… they didn't before

A steadier hand, a deeper tone

Now it lands on its own

What if we traded voices for a day

Let the stories blend another way

Would her story sound the same

If it borrowed his story’s name?

Would they hear what was dismissed

If it spoke through lips they don’t resist?

Truth won't change its shape or face

But it travels… place to place

Same truth, different skin

Hope they're ready to let it in

It was never what was said out loud

Just the way it wasn't allowed

Not the truth… just the tone

Not the seed… just how it's grown

Same seed… different soil~