Traquita Thomas - Just Words

Words come tumbling from super slick mouths,
Dripping over unsuspecting victims like fresh squeezed juice.

Designed to quench parched ears that long for sips from the glass full of wet, kind words.

Words that hold the promise of love soaked sponges to cleanse the dirt left by previous word stalkers.

Word Hustlers preying on half eaten carcasses of vulnerability.

You know word art hanging crooked in the recesses of your mind won’t hang right because it wasn’t hung right from the start.

Word thieves steal language and twist their pretzel speak sprinkled with salty lies and ask you to take a bite. You bite the word food but it doesn’t digest.

Daunted, you seek the Word Shaman to help you recover from bad word food but there are no Tums for indigestible word speak.

Now your heart is sick from tainted lip service.

However, well words spoken with good intent fit snugly in your ears and allow you to hear clearly.

So wisely choose those you allow to speak to you. You will retain that which is spoken to you long after the speaker has departed.

Wisely speak your words.

The world is listening.

Traquita Thomas

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