TONGUE-TIED

A tongue like

Two left feet--
A mouth like
Two left thumbs--
The teacher can't
Help but talk
Like a teenager--
Like she can't
Spit out a sophisticated
Sentence in a cool group
Of adults, so she sits shyly by,
Chewing on a pencil,
But like--but give her
Hands a blank slate
And she can wield her
Way prolifically,
Yet economically,
Through diatribes
As wisely asserted declarations
Charge down her arms,
Heated by her blood,
Articulated by her fingertips,
Urbane, complex, and critically considered,
Clearing the metaphorical room of debaters--
But why would she want them
To leave?
She doesn't.