(the sequel of The Curl of Lips)
I speak with shorten sentences,
immediately avoiding "l's" and "r's".
I hate them
so much.
I hate them
because when I speak
I want to cry.
I hate this
I hate this
I hate this
The others joke
and mean nothing to me
but it still hurts
when I realize
I'm an alien
to those that are supposed to be
people who relate to me.
They're horrible,
I'm horrible.
I don't understand Grandma anymore,
forcing her to speak the same
strange and alien
to her aged lips.
I hate this
I hate this
I hate this
But I bear with it
to survive
in a cruel majority.
My lips are tired
but they do not remember
anymore.
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