I can't speak clearly. My stutter is utterly prominent and I pause my sentences, using "um's" and "like's" as profusely as a sailor would swear. I shout these idiocies; begging and coaxing someone to just listen to my useless fumble of words. But, that's okay. Because I can write. Words flow from my fingertips like water would course down a river, the sentences only taking seconds to jot down with no refrains or impediments. My vocabulary molds from a string of one-syllable illiterate mumbles to a storm of witty comebacks and beautiful facets. Writing gives me the voice that I lack, and puts it onto a paper for people to remember and charish. And that is why I am a writer.