I have no mother tongue
No tongue to speak of
The scope of my mouth and slope of my lips are dry with the sins of fruit
I have no country
No ground to lay my clothes
All I know of this raining world is the homelessness it gives me
I have no ancestors
None who have died on my back
The air that birthed me sunk into the sky with a ragged gasp
I have no one
Nothing
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 9:14 AM UTC
I have no mother tongue
No tongue to speak of
The scope of my mouth and slope of my lips are dry with the sins of fruit
I have no country
No ground to lay my clothes
All I know of this raining world is the homelessness it gives me
I have no ancestors
None who have died on my back
The air that birthed me sunk into the sky with a ragged gasp
I have no one
Nothing
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