I struggle to talk when my tongue gets all tired
cause it can’t keep up with a brain poorly wired
my words can’t be spoken in the way that’s required
a tangled of lips making this tale uninspired
.
They say a poem is birthed when the words are thus spoken
but it's hard to express when my tongue was born broken
a mind full of rhythm becomes a worthless token
when I can’t say what I feel is a stanza unbroken
.
My thoughts and emotions litter the page
cause with my thoughts written down I sound like a sage
these words being just print will never assuage
that poem’s desire to be spoken on stage
.
So, thank you for listening and playing along
as I struggle to read and sing you this song
hopefully nothing I wrote here came out too wrong
to read on this stage, makes this poet belong
About the Creator
Connie
Poetry, Horror, Feminism and Spice... that is the makings of my writing journey.
Looking to continue to grow my craft and continue to create works that people enjoy reading.
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