This Mouth
Delphine, Age 14, New Brunswick, Canada

I was walking.
My mouth talking.

Thought it was good.
To talk when I could.

They wondered why I talked that way.
They would burst their feelings out one day.

Something wrong with this mouth of mine?
I see that it looks so fine.

They asked me to stop.
That my mouth grew like a crop.

They were talking too, in their best.
Won't stop me, you don't know what I will say next!

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