The Unheard Orator …1 of 3
First, he thinks, or maybe not
Like everyone else whose thoughts do not have to rot
Words repeated in his cerebral
Before vented through his buccal
A consistent battle between within and without
Almost like a caged bird with no out
Wanting to man the skies higher
But for a red muscular barrier
She silently hopes her tongue and vocal cords
Have reached a ceasefire as regards their discords
So many jokes and words and clap-backs
Consigned to the bins of her mind in black sacks.
Without being told
“I live to speak another day” was a motto she grew to hold
Originally published at ripplections.wordpress.com on October 22, 2016.