Mrs. Cole sometimes its hard to talk to people
because I talk weird
I hope you understand me
Does this make sense, Mrs. Cole?
It's just that my brain is different
Does this sound good, Mrs. Cole?
His hand shakes
waits for me to tell him he's good enough
because to him, I'm good enough
He drinks in the conversation
lived enough of his life in thirst
to savor a kind word
I try not to hate the people
that made him doubt his voice