Maverick Poet Award Finalist: “On Speech” by J. Everett Wilson
On Speech
By J. Everett Wilson
When I was a child,
I opened my mouth
And to my utter surprise,
A flower came out.
It was a simple red rose
As small as a snail.
(I still speak in flowers
When words simply fail.)
But when I was little
I was told not to talk,
So I sewed up my mouth
And let the flowers all rot.
Now my teeth are pure porcelain
And I still clench them tight
Whenever I’m asked
What’s wrong or what’s right.
Because once I was told
To be seen and not heard,
Now I’m unsure
If I’m allowed to have words.
Then I notice these kids,
All so quiet and meek,
And I wonder what grows
If we just let them speak.