Eversince I was a child, a few friend's I had.
Not because I never wanted them,
not because I was too fine to have then,
they never wanted me,
They laughed at me just because an attached statement couldn't come out on my mouth,
It was cut into something hard to understand.
My tough was tied to something in my mouth I don't know.
They imitated the way I spoke and at the end laugh at me,
All this just because I stammer!!
Only a few understood me,
My sister imcluded.
They gave me psalm 23 to recite and it took me ages to finish.
The.... the... the Looooord!!
I beat my left thigh many a Times,
To make the word's loose in my mouth.
I cried,
Tears rolled down my cheecks,
I failed again
I hate the stammer in me
Why writing when you cannot read aloud what you wrote?
Why wasting your ink and note pad?
They made fun of me.
My English teacher saw me crying,
You are uniquely you dear,
No one can be you.
Your stammer defines who you are don't hate it.
That's was when I started believing in myself
To all stammers out there!
We stammer yes,
Our tongue is tied , Yes
But our brain isn't
Our dreams aren't
Our pen isn't
And our future isn't
Take it from me
I stammer just like you,
But I can sing,
I'm a spoken word poet
And
A girl who has a vision