A closed month doesn't get fed
A single word can change a whole point of view.
If I didn't speak my words would of been long overdue.
So I spoke, but my words weren't heard.
They flew right over his head like a silent bird.
My words were overdue.
As my wisdom filled another ear, I was heard.
My mouth was fed.
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