Voiceless
To speak is a gift
Taken for granted
To speak it a gift
She cannot tell you what she wants
To speak is a gift
We guess and hope to be right
To speak is a gift
She gets angry and is seen to be a disturbance
To speak is a gift
She is taken out and left alone
To speak is a gift
She cant explain it to us
To speak is a gift
If only we knew
To speak is a gift
But our society is not ready for this type of "special"
To speak is a gift
They push her in closets to as to not get in the way
Speak
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