I am an intelligent young lady,
The voice for the voiceless,
The voice for the timid,
I stand firm on the ground,
As I speak my mind,
For I am the voice,
The need!

I was born a journalist
My words meander
Banks between lies and the truth
I am not perfect in everything
As I am not God,
But my mistakes don’t make me less of a journalist
As I am.

I am a belief of what I am
The brilliant, the spontaneous
The sophisticated, the voice
The dream…
That can be a nightmare if uncontained,
The world’s mouthpiece.

I am a Picasso
The voice of art
Magic of life
Medicine, the need to the sick
Who can’t speak
Sceptical, yes!
To those who I care about.
So, I am the voice.