I enjoy the art of writing

The freedom it gives me to express myself

This ability to find a voice in a way that isn’t speaking,

Not really.

So I fear what would happen if I lose this…

Censorship?

Why would that matter?

It would be a loss of my own way of speaking,

My way of self expression.

It would start to feel like screaming into a void,

All consuming,

Never ending,

Just a person and thoughts with no place to go.

I fear that if I lose this I will lose a piece of myself

The way I speak will be taken.

I wouldn’t be able to tell my stories as I want to tell them

The art of the written word would be lost,

And I am not good at the spoken one,

I fear that if I am forced to change my words

It would alter my world.

Not for the better, no

For the worst…

I can sit and type away but AI will learn as well,

I could write on paper

But that’s harder to spread

And I can’t spell

Please don’t let this be a cry into the void,

Please don’t cause me to lose the thing I cling to

If this art form is lost,

What would be next?

My drawings?

My sculptures?

The songs I listen to?

I do not want this,

So please, I don’t want to become voiceless…

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featured image graphic by EMILY STEPHENS