When my lips part
The world doesn't take notice
They refuse to look my direction
To understand the path I've taken
And the one ahead of me
I am a product of daily miscommunication
I am unheard
And now I am incapable of listening
My ears are out of service
They won't return to commission
Until I am repaid for being forced into a speechless exile
The unheard can't hear
And no longer do they wish to speak
About the Creator
Jada Ferguson
A poet/writer whose ideas/concepts usually come at the most inopportune times. The pull to bring my vision to fruition can be felt in every piece. Really trying my best to be my best.
Creator of #StoopHaikus (soon to be a phenomenon)
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