To Speak
The matter of speaking
In which I speak
Is a matter of speaking
That is most unique
I struggle with words
And fumble over letters
In my mind it sounds nice
But the words don't come together
Yet I see how things work
I can figure others out
Those who are tall and skinny
And those who are short and stout
I see and understand
I look and I realize
Those who are real
And those covered by lies
This poem is about:
Me
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