My mother tongue got cut off
I’ve been bleeding in my mouth ever since
But I learned to cope with the pain
Because no one with my mothers tongue has been able to
Show me how to grow it back.
Hair grows back easily though.
It keeps my head warm
So my thoughts can sit comfortably
While trying to process what the fuck everyone’s saying,
Without burdening the translator who just wants to listen.
I try but can’t listen or speak
It turns into a silent loud noise
This language barrier pulls my hair
My thoughts release with no refuge
It’s cold out here I try and tell them
But no one can hear me.
So I try to improvise and improvise
I wana say I love you. I’ll try and show you how.
I can’t verbalize my humor
It makes me cry.
Now they wont get to know me as deeply
As I dig for them and they dig for me.
Then they ask me how could you not learn your language
As if I hate it
I ask them do you know my story
I did not choose this.
It’s not their fault
It’s not my fault
Idk what was conspiring against me or with me
To make this happen.
So as I try and learn to grow back my mothers tongue
I pray that this is a gift
And its curse like symptoms is only a mask
I pray this is a gift
And its curse like symptoms is only a mask
I pray this is a gift
And its curse like symptoms is only a mask
Amen