A Voice

When my tounge gets tied,

and I want to hide,

it is writing that I turn to,

with it flowing ways,

throughout all of my days,

I can now communicate,

and eliminate,

all the embarassing,

all the harassing, moments

I finally found where I belong.

This poem is about: 
Me

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