Listen To Me Poem by priscah Mutswenje

In the rhythm of words that my lips release,
A plea, a whisper, a heartfelt lease.
'Stop correcting my speech, ' I implore,
Let the essence of my words explore.

In the dance of conversation, let us sway,
Without the judgment that words may betray.
Pay attention, not to flaws perceived,
But to the tales and dreams conceived.

My voice, a melody in the symphony of thought,
Each word a brushstroke in the art we've sought.
In the canvas of dialogue, let colors blend,
Without the need to amend.

For in the silence between spoken lines,
Lies the beauty of thoughts that intertwine.
So, cease the corrections, let understanding commence,
In the shared language of empathy and sense.

In the tapestry of words, let patience be spun,
A conversation where judgments are undone.
Listen, truly listen, and you'll find,
The true essence of words, unconfined.