time to free your voice

I grew up in a culture that avoids confrontation. And it frustrated me that people chose to be nice and just bottled up their frustrations.  They ended up either getting sick or they set off their steam somewhere else. I happened to be in this café, Free the Robot, with my daughter, and I thought it’s time to free our voice to be heard, truly heard.  Hence, this poem was written at the cafe in the midst of their very loud music being played in that space.