Speak child, speak child. Speak…
Words restrained in the throat of the brain, seeking
Liberty from self-controlled me, hesitant
To verbalize expression, the words that will set me free.
If the child would only talk,
He says a phrase but not a complete thought,
Conditioned what to say and not,
Is that all?
He says what is proper,
not what he feels.
Opportunity walks by and through,
He rises up and yells
“And another thing…”


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