My dream voice speaks only truth
I take its lessons in the early mornings
It reminds me:
No preaching to the choir
It says I’m a warrior
It says I have the voice of a martyr
And I know it’s true
because I dread it

Preparing for a martyr's wounds
(derision, shame, attack)
Has taken so much longer
Than learning to be
whatever else I’ve been

My dream voice says I am meant to fight
The cry of tolerance falls on
Ears, corrupted and distorted
But the truth exists in each man’s soul
My dream voice says I will die fighting for it.