May I Speak?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 28, 2017

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May I Speak?

A language born from fear and pitty, and perseverance.
The hidden realms of the mind, if I only learned to talk one day late I must have been stupid.  Or waiting for my turn to speak?  What a grand show it was, all of this harboured for a simple belch from a child.
Outbursts later in life caused them to feel incarcerated, if only knowing that god loved them.  A place so fragile that confusion was something, and later the thoughts of chaos reflected upon by the inhabitant of word, something that could be believed in.
Attention, attention if you will the court Jester, the magnificent draw, the idolatress.  What a beautiful disaster, come let us get a mop.
Let us call the springtime flowers something as dangerous as an outcast and see well where we could be hidden.  Let us call you an outcast immediately afterward, and find you in any besettled beauty if we must and please us with.
All of us outcasts, to name a few.  Pitty for he even cried at his own mother's funeral.


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