The Words my Mother Gave Me

I wrote a poem today, but I don't think anyone will ever see it

                          I wrote it using nothing

           and something,

and a mix of these things

I wrote it using the words that my mother gave me,

and the words don't taste like how they did when I was 5

and there are no wooden blocks to guide my tongue

(my teeth. I use my teeth to speak)

I gave myself an A, even though it didn't have a title

and it doesn't flow like poetry, 

                            but it tastes the same

and I gave myself an A, even though there were grammatical issues

and there really was no thought behind it at all;

I expected that from something I wrote with nothing (and something and a mix of these things)

so I gave myself an A, even though I didn't really deserve it

but these are the words that my mother gave me

and A tastes a lot like breast milk