Why?A Poem by Michelle GraysonThe trouble with speaking.....
Why?
Why is it that my fingers know what my mind is saying Taking it with quickness onto paper and page. Yet, when I know what I wish to speak... My mouth simply doesn't work.. I mean to say. "Hello!" But it comes out as, "he...he...he...he..la..la..lo!" I try to say, "Thank you!" And it comes out, "Th..Th..th..Thang...ka..ka..ya..ya..you!" Why? No one's ever been able to find anything wrong. No one's ever been able to see any damage. So in the end. All I'm ever told is, "It's just the way God made you." "You're still beautiful inside!" "Maybe you'll grow out of it?" I can hum a perfect tune.. I can whistle a glorious melody.. I just can't speak.. So people would bully me Calling me silly and strange Worst of all a freak! When I was young... I became the queen of being seen And not heard! Every adults dream I just wanted to scream! © 2009 Michelle GraysonAuthor's Note
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