Dead Languages Or Learning How To Speak

All my life I grew up stuttering
the words, the slang terms
the sentences
everything I say
coming from out of my mouth
always too complicated
for other people to comprehend
they all think
I am speaking
some dead language
like Latin, or Norse or Esperanto
or maybe Ancient Greek
or even talking backwards
while learning and forming
a whole different language
all on my own
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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