staccato boy

he seems 
-emotionless-

as he stumbles
through explanation

articulation

words are not his thing you see

still, we're judging him

we judge him on what he says

how he says it

and cringe every time he takes courage to speak

we crumble his words to dust

between the fingers of our supercilious stares

and snicker at his scarce scatterings of syllables

he seems 
-emotionless-
staccato boy

but have you ever stopped
to look beyond the surface
he carries the world in his stare
and while he is stuttering
listen closely
the wisdom you seek
its all hidden
there