I speak
I speak with my clothes; They share the message that my mouth sometimes can't.
I speak with my hair, Natural and Curly
I speak with the ink on my skin; Mixed with my Blood and Pain
I Speak
I Speak With the words that I Write on this Page.
I Speak with my eyes; The Pain, The Happiness, The Beauty
I Speak with my Tears; In Either Joy or Regret
I Speak with my Soul when it oozes out of Every Pore
I Speak This way because
With My Mouth
sometimes the my message goes Unheard.
With my Mouth
Sometimes the words don't come out right.
That's why I Speak My Message Every Way I Can.