[QUIET]
By: Ezeano Lfunanya Georgia (2020)
I’m not dumb, just quiet
I crave for space and attention of few
Fruits of fortitude I pluck from the three called SOLITUDE
Refilling my schooner of vim
Words are like bullets
Once released; can’t be retrieved
So I will rather listen, then talk when need be
Make here less noisy; keep the excess information
I won’t need it, I Promise
I will take the call when opportunity is calling
Thus and so; text and wait for my reply
I have said a thousand words to you
Though my lips may never move
Where? In my HEAD
I will party, shout and dance when the venue is my HEAD
Conversing with myself thus my kitty as a witness
Call me a daydreamer, an observer
I’m not dumb, just quiet.
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