Languages

RA

Looking down I realise how far away I am,

how disconnected I am,

how unconnected I am.

Even when I speak in a language I understand,

I need an interpreter to tell them what I mean.

I roar and shout inside, my mouth utters no sound,

I’m deaf and dumb, though I speak.

Sometimes they understand,

when I squeal or tap on wood,

why don’t they understand when I am silent?

When all speak white and I black.

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