A Testament to the Spoken Word

Read aloud in the voice of a confident artíste:

Spoken

Spoken words

Words spoken in rows

Rows of words for speakin’

Words planted, words written, words spoken…

When you hear these words,

You appreciate, not enjoy

It’s a testament, not a toy.

Some times

It rhymes

Other times

It doesn’t.

Just words and commas

And letters and lines

And dots and thoughts

(Pause)

And pauses

And we write another,

And it’s not an individual piece

It’s a puzzle piece

A piece in the mystery of living in peace,

Which will never happen,

So we write another.

And we may stand onstage to say our words in front of people,

People like you,

People who will judge us.

And onstage, we look at the paper,

Let our eyes go fuzzy

And we see it’s just a bunch of letters

Especially if we’re dyslexic.

Do any of them even matter?

The words can be said by anyone

But you put them together.

Together, they matter.

Together, we matter.