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The Power Of Words

Jittery palms, And her trembling cry. Dynamite bombs, Buried in her mind. Her name is called amongst dozens, A face of panic and blazing flares, Heads spiral the classroom buzzing, A still nightmare of alien stares. A room of baffled strangers, Oblivious of her brilliant whiz. Of judgmental teenagers, She overlooks who she is. Secretly an unknown prodigy. Her dreams, only a mirage under the desert sky. Words strike grimmer than poison ivy. Her insecurities shatter her spirit, bull’s eye! Her limbs mutate to noodles, Her arms, spaghetti, as she fumbles with her script. Standing in front of oodles, She wishes she was dead, entomb her in her crypt! She contains despair, The butterflies in her gut with their foul disease. They smothered her flare, Yet she could make a wildfire from a pure breeze. She begins a delicate mutter, They instruct her, “speak loudly!” She trembles and begins to stutter, And tears her script so proudly. Her words, released, Like a beautiful carol. Her tongue, unleashed, Spread strings of words so rural. A melodious harmony, Of magnificently tied words. A sacred message certainly, Spoken from a humanly bird. She retreats to reality, Her words have been a discovery, witnessed. Once brainless faces of thirty, Are now a serene painting of interest. She silently parades back to her seat, Long ago, alien eyeballs. Now praise from the bookworm to the athlete, And strayed eyes in the school halls. Her life, regifted, She was of songbirds. Destiny, shifted, The power of words.

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