Sally Stutters: Strength in Every Word 1 by Zane

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Sally Stutters: Strength in Every Word 1

Zane

pop-soul

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Sally’s tongue drips on the first hello, Shadows curl where words should flow, A maze of sounds caught in her throat, Each syllable a winding road, The classroom's
laughs behind her back, Silent hope and notebook slack, She paints meaning between her stutters, Quiet storms that rise and shatter, But in the pause there's a story, Cracks of courage, soft and blurry, Every heart a drum that beats, Louder than a thousand fleets, Sally’s
stutters, but her heart roars loud, A wildfire breaking through the cloud. Every hiccup spins a thread of gold, Strength in words we don’t always hold. Sally’s voice, imperfect, true, Like waves that break to build anew, Stumbles, starts, she’s never done, Sally’s story's just begun
Her hands clench tight as silent plea, The lining's heavy, unspoken, see, Each breath draws in a timid fight, But her gaze burns fierce, defies the night, The world expects a flawless song, But Sally’s beats march steady strong, A pulse beneath the rumbled words unsung, Lyrics that can't be blurred,
In every stop she finds her ground, A freedom wrapped in every sound, No map to show, no script to read, Sally’s voice glances on, sees Sally’s stutters, but her heart roars loud, A wildfire breaking through the cloud. Every hiccup spins a thread of gold, Strength in words we don’t always hold.
Sally’s voice, imperfect, true, Like waves that break to build anew, Stumbles, starts, she’s never done, Sally’s story's just begun
Between the cracks the light slips in, A shimmer caught on fragile skin, No silence deep enough to hide, The wildflower growing wide, Now broken words bend human beats, Imperfect lines and ragged sheets, The music bends and sways and dries, Sally’s voice glances alive.
Sally’s stutters, but her heart roars loud, A wildfire breaking through the cloud. Every hiccup spins a thread of gold, Strength in words we don’t always call. Sally’s voice, imperfect, true, Like waves that break to build anew, Stumbles, starts, she’s never done,
Sally’s story's just begun