STUCKA Poem by Olayeye Oluwatosin PreciousMany things I want to say Ideas within me to relay These thoughts I want to convey I seek for my mouth to meet me halfway To my dismay, It opened only to betray To fear, my voice gave way And with each passing day All the things I would love to say Get stuck in my airway © 2022 Olayeye Oluwatosin PreciousAuthor's Note
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