Language

Every time they tell my parents to “Speak english you’re in America,”
Every time my father struggles to put a sentence together,
I want to tear this language in half.
and swallow its words alive.
I know how to turn their words into a poem.
And when I do I’ll sing it to my parents.
I’ll have the words dance on my tongue and they’ll know their broken english makes me proud.

-Broken English

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