not everyone understands my words
riddles their tongues can't quite untwist
but then there are the few
who stand until the hot water runs cold
dissecting more of my truth

words have never loved me like they do others...
they seem to play me and toy me around
it's not until the right amount of ***
runs through the rhythm of my blood
that my words let themselves
be written down

some tell me i speak my own language
letting sounds somersault off my tongue
my "mouth is a maze"
my "mind's in distress"
so tell me...
how can free speech ever be won?