I don't love the attention.
I talk just as much as him
and the next guy
and the guy before him.
God forbid my words roar and rumble
the way others did
and I don't mold myself like clay
to bend over backwards
and break my fragile, hollowed bones
to serve you.
My loud mouth draws in the world around it,
devours the air,
and feeds my vocal cords with oxygen,