SPELLING BEE

From the days of my youth
I remember a special victory
when I challenged a handicap
and a fear before disbelieving eyes

For I have trouble speaking
and was constantly teased
what right was I seeking
when I entered a spelling bee

I was very nervous because
I never liked being in front of crowds
what hope did I really have
with my teeth chattering so loud

When I first went to the microphone
I felt like I was going to faint
using all the wits I possessed
I spelled the first word right

Struggling through the contest
I left the rest behind
forty went down to three
then two, a girl and me

When it was over she won
but I also had a victory
even with my speech problem
I came in second place
and I fought my fears, and won


PAUL VERNON DEFFENDALL
APRIL 7, 1985


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