Stuttering
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I used to stutter
The very thought of talking aloud used to make my heart flutter
I had trouble breathing
I couldn't control the rhythmic flow, the nature of my speaking
He gave me a voice
When I was too afraid.
He gave me a voice
When I could not talk.
He gave me a voice
So I could be myself.
He gave me a voice
So I spoke.
All eyes on me
Watch me stutter, watch me slip
Watch me crumble at the pressure
Laugh and applaud
I craft masks and write acts
Looking at me from the outside
You and I really aren’t all that different.
I breath air, I do my hair, and I think about
What I wear, and the way I walk
And the way I t…