Disgraceful
When someone passed the baton to me…
I realized that my struggles were a liability after all.
My audience is captivated.
Awaiting for my hidden talent to shine.
It is my turn.
To stutter.
I always worried about having to confess.
But the truth is now clear to them.
I cannot defend myself from their assumptions.
I cannot even speak.
It’s a miracle that I made it this far.
It’s a disgrace that I made it this far.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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