| When I was three, my parents took me to a speech therapist Because no understood what i said She held my face in her hands and tried to show me How to extend my toungue and touch my nose Curl it around my teeth Year after year till third grade Then "There's nothing else we can do" My brother would inturpret for me My father would ask others how i was He didn't understand my words till I was 14 I would gesture and point I met a man once He said, "Why should I change the way I talk for you? This is who I am." Once I conversed with a girl in a garbbled tounge that baffled nurses But still when some one tells me I mumble, Pronouce you words, "To-to-to-today, junior" I feel that phantom hand from years before grip my chin "Watch my lips" |
| MY SPEECH |