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Mother Tongue.

Mother ...my first lingo
Like a tongue cut out
Was taken from me

With each year
That passes
I am feeling
Tongueless
I do not blame you...

Men always had dominance
Over you.
You let it be so..

Not me..I battle with even the wind
Will not be blown off course.

I would just as soon
Leap off this earth
Than respect the intrusions.
I keep my blue devils with me.

My perpetual step
Never leaves me
It is part of my shadowy shadow

But even in the long walk
Of A Thousand Torches
I often wonder where it went.
Where did my mother tongue go?

Kristine Byrne.
21st Feb 2014

 

 

 

Poems - 2014