Bartley's Speech

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What do you do when someone does not understand? Your overthinking it. You help them to make them understand. Well let’s say you couldn’t use your voice. Not so easy is it now. The name is Bartley, I can see, hear, read and write, but speech is one of those gifts I never became fond of. My speech was faltered at a young age when I spoke back to my mother the words that should never been said or worth to be repeated for that matter. Thus my consequences continued. It wasn’t long after my mother traded me to the streets of New York. Independence is a great thing. Silence is another. Though the days became longer and the hunger never subsided. I was not a boy any more. I found myself staring straight at a figure, a lawyer, you can tell so by the …show more content…
My voice remained non existent for some time. Consistency of this scenario did not last long as it became curious of the world I had come from. “ You can read and write, how did you remain poor for all this time?” No response. It was a stupid question. The suit began to ask more of me. Just like mother. The more it made it’s attempts the less productive I became. How do you train a dogs bad habit. By getting it through its head that nothing will change if it continues to whimper. Days became to feel like years again. As the moon arose into the night sky I saw a shadow block its view. The suit. “Come with me man I will bring you to a shelter for the night.” Whimper. “You mustn't stay here, this is a work place.” Train the dog. “Your job is on the line Bartleby.” My ears rung like those of a churches bells whose ring is so piercing you forget for a moment the casket is going up the steps. Before I know it I am on my beloved New York street. The stars make the pavement sparkle and I am home again. The man behind me catching his breathe speaks his last sentence with the thought of his good deed of the night about to take affect. “Come, come now, you can rest at ease