Skilled In Speech Poem by Noorie Ali

The craft in me is small
Though good enough to work through the wall

My mind is small, my thoughts are huge
My tongue is the truth, and my eyes are the description of me
For I am skilled in speech

You will see my traces
Within my many colourful faces
You will wonder, a wonder
While I’ll be smiling towards
The stars, and the crying Moon.
Watching it follow my sight
As I lay judged by big intelligent critic’s
My skills are few
So my character’s viewed by most
They see to me like I’m a jelly fish
Fragile to the bone,
For I am the host for many in this word where I’m alone.