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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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