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Lily_

Dipped In Dialect

Some people say a picture is worth a thousand words

but I prefer to 

paint

with

words

 

Watercolor brush strokes

along my tongue

like the

starry night

is painted on my taste buds

 

Pigments stain the back of my throat

and leak into

My lungs--

I

cough up colors like

Rhythm

and 

Rhyme.

 

Thick oils in my veins,

like

A piece by Matisse

Soaked through

and

seeped into

my pores.

 

Vibration that propagates

as my vehicle

my paintbrush

Dipped in Dialect

 

There is something special

about a spoken word

a piece of personality

hidden between

 

Pitches--

and

pauses

 

Sometimes I like to add a little sugar to my pigments

I speak--

simple sweet words like

\"Will you hold me?\"

 

and although, Lord knows

I love the sound of my own voice

My Daddy taught me

God gave me two ears

and

one mouth

so I should listen twice

I should listen twice

as much as I speak

 

He told me

new knowledge--

Will never come from your own lips.

But-- he said \"Baby,

never lose your voice.

Because that--

is a gift.\"