Ode to my mother tongue

By | 1 February 2019
To the words that give me a way to convey my anger
At people who have inflicted generational wounds
To the words that give me the means to fight
Against the system that made me speak them in the first place
That attempted to replace the irreplaceable with
Words that can never undo violent actions
To the words that killed my songlines and made my story worth writing

The permeation of my mother’s words speaks
To the absence of my father and his
Sacred language, heavy fists, old knowledge and bleeding lips
This white way I’ve been told is the right way so
Why do I feel like
A black girl speaking foreign tongue

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