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As a Stutterer

Martha Little

Sometimes... I can’t speak

My mouth waits ajar

My chin jerks repeating sounds, 

on and on,

 

Sometimes… I can’t stop

I was cursed long ago to stumble over my words,

Now stumbles are falls

and falls tend to shatter me

Every part of me

 

Sometimes… I’m just quiet

silence looks peaceful and content

Oh how looks can be deceiving

Only a few know my mind is reeling

Shuffling through words I can say

Only to notice a few

That never tell the whole truth (never)

like how

I can’t say worcestershire

but I can say ranch

I can’t say hi

But I can say hey

I can’t say thankful

But I can say blessed

I can’t say goodbye

But I can say I love you

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