You judge my work, not on its merit,
Not by the technique I employ,
But by words that I fail to scribe,
Words that are not my own.

This message is mine to deliver.
Driven by my heart and my soul.
Yet, you judge my thoughts,
Not my ability to express them.

Have you no voice of your own?
How then, can I speak for you?
Neither ventriloquist nor puppeteer,
I utter not your voice, nor raise your pen.



Lavender Leigh
January 26, 2004