My voice is loud... because the sound that goes out of me will break walls, because they sowed hatred in me and this hatred is still thirsty, because of them we lived a childhood without childhood, because we were born and grew up and were raised among elephants, because the pen I write with is sharp like the knife that is stabbing the white paper like they doubted/stabbed me, because my microphone will break the tiles unlike the singer's microphone that he puts under his arm.