Language

Give birth to a baby
who does not have to learn
the language of his ancestors,
his masters,
or his land.

Language is not a home
that basks under a biased sun,
running through the equator
cutting through each country,

Or a fallen leaf you lose
in the autumn and earn
in the spring.

It’s the bone under your skin
that does not have to remind you
it belongs to you
it belongs to you

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