Struggle Of Words

The words I speak oozes clownery

All the while jaded in mockery

It’s the one thing that’s different about me

It’s the thing they just can’t let be

Everytime I speak

My voice and confidence seems to grow weak

Once upon a time I found myself apologizing for this accent of mine

Until someone told me it wasn’t a crime

It was just a uniqueness I confined

Now I’ve learned to embrace it as

What makes me. ME

It’s now one of my lovable features

No longer makes me insecure

Now the words I speak oozes finery

All the while not a jade of clownry.