If language is your only form of expression,
You are poor.
My mother speaks the same language as your
mother. Nine months she learned it perfectly.
Now you pretend not to know me,
Not to understand me,
Tongue tied pronouncing my name.
When all mothers speak the language of the womb
My blood has similar syllables to yours,
My DNA, entwined, coded in the same elucidation,
My breath, needs the same enunciation,
Ffffmmmm, hhhuuhhh, the same breath brother, the same exhale.
You’ll find our R’s roll the same way we rolled in our mothers bellies.
You’ll find our B’s are responsible for breaking and bonding.
You’ll find our L’s lull the same baby’s to sleep,
You’ll find our meter, synchronised to the same heart beat.
Why are you so bereft of the letter H?
H for Hello, Human, accept my Humble, Hospitality, it’s my Honour, to Help, to Hear you, I Hope you’re Happy, Here in my Heart, together we’ll Hover in Heaven.
Do I need to pronounce the whole alphabet to realise how stupidly hopeless it is to pretend we don’t understand each other?