Looking For a Voice (Originally untitled) – Written December 2000 (Aged 25)

Looking For a Voice

i let myself down
i have been frustrated for years
looking for a voice
there had to be a reason for all those tears
i let myself down
but their outrage was misplaced
and they were offended by words
yet i was offended by their bitter after taste
they got angry,
by what they read,
so when they see rape,
when they see murder,
when they see hunger and famine,
and all the evil on t.v
or in the newspapers
are they sickened and are they disgusted,
no, of course not,
it happened outside of their four walls
and when it is out of sight
they no mind so much the world being cruel
well, that is alright
i let myself down
but at least i am not like them
they do need to take a good look around




James Garratt – December 2000


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      1. That’s a good question. So in 2000 when I wrote this I was was. My ‘growing up’ years had come to an end or had become boring and a lot less fun. But I had not really progressed. I was 25 but with not much to show for it. And I had become frustrated – no decent job, I was in between places, no relationship – things were not awful but I felt a sense of failure a what next? So this was a tipping point in my life and it shows in the writing. It did change but life had caught eith me at this point

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      2. So finding your voice means what to you?
        I’m asking only because I’ve recently used these very words and I’m wondering how related the feeling is to your circumstance or situation.

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      3. No problem – always happy to answer questions. I think over my life like a lot of people I have looked for an ‘acceptable me’ or a ‘me’ that fits – trying to find a version of me that is understood

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  1. I cannot remember specifically what this one was about. It is an untitled piece at the back of my writing pad but reading this and others from this time I get a sense of my frustration and feelings . I often just scribbled things down and did not return to them which in part is why I am writing these pieces up

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