IMPERFECTIONS MONITORED
I WAS TOO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND
TO YOUNG TO KNOW
IMPERFECTIONS WERE MONITORED
LADY SAID I WILL NEVER TALK NORMAL
SHE TOOK OFF THE COLLAR
CONNECTED BY A STREAM OF WIRES
TO A MACHINE AFTER
IT VIBRATED MY
HARMLESS VOICE BOX
BEING A CHILD AT THE TIME
I THOUGHT I WAS
RECEIVING SHOCK TREATMENT
LADY SAID I WILL NEVER TALK LIKE THE OTHER KIDS
SHE PICKED THE WRONG WORD
I SAID IT THE WRONG WAY
UNABLE TO REPENT
IS THAT AN ACCENT?
STRANGERS WOULD ASK OFTEN
AM I FROM NEW YORK
OR BOSTAN
I WOULD STAY QUIET
KNOWING
MY VOICE COMES THROUGH
A PEN
BLACK INK FLOWING
OFF THE PAGE
SINCE
I REALIZED I WOULD NEVER TALK LIKE THE OTHER KIDS
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