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