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

_aJibola


Originally published at ripplections.wordpress.com on October 22, 2016.

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