Open the WindowI speak louder than words. For my mind is a complicated idea Too complicated when I speak in words I can only speak in actions. But why do I still use words? It’s complicated. Communication has not been easy for me. It’s like riding down a very craggy slope On a tricycle An idea is excited to be expressed But comes out rushed and jumbled with nonsense If I were a mime My gestures would show my meaningsOpen the Window
If I were a painter with a
Permanent canvas in my hand I’d paint my feelings
If I were a dancer I’d twirl and bend &nbs
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ISSA THE KING
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