Unsettling



Unsettling

Do you find the duality of my speech unsettling?


You should

It is intended to be


Unsettling as in uproot your flag and go


Every dropped G and missing copula is a riot

A struck match to log cabins and plantation houses


The “eloquence” you so often praise

Is a symptom of a virus carried on ships


Spread with the crack of whip and later a pen

Marks on the backs (and fronts) of college ruled paper


Any skill with the oppressors’ tool is a means of survival

Nothing more


My English, when “broken” is done so with care


It is reinvented in a laboratory producing verbal remedies so quickly you break your necks trying to keep up


Popping the words into your mouths as fast as you can

And when you spit them back out

They’ve soured


Yes, my “English” has been reimagined

Now incontainable by Oxford or Webster


Each linguistic leap lamenting:

My tongue does not serve you

I will not conjugate my soul

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