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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