Actions Speak
I’ve never been what you’d call outspoken;
my approach is to hang back and take note.
Perceiving injustice my heart cried, “Quit!”
Fearful, I lingered, silence unbroken.
Unwilling, my voice stayed stuck in my throat -
apathetic, reluctant, unfit.
Insults and put-downs I wished to curtail.
Teased for his buck teeth; Bob stuttered a bit;
I sit with him at lunch which gets their goat.
Actions can speak. When words have no avail -
outwit.
November 14, 2020
contest: The Speaker
hostess: Sara Kendrick
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2020
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