March 10, 2010
By Anonymous

There are many languages,
spoken throughout the world
We speak what is familiar.
The tongue forms words
Thoughts and ideas.
I don’t understand.
I don’t understand your language.
What are you saying?
I beg. I fall to my knees.
I see your lips moving
I hear sounds escaping
I can’t feel you.
I can’t determine what they mean.
I am foreign.
I don’t understand.
I am an alien.
Don’t belong.
Still on my knees,
I am falling again.
Closer to the Earth,
This place I was never meant to be
Until I am molded
Into the soil.
Patted until invisible
One with what I am not.
I never spoke your language
Yet here I am
I finally understand.

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This article has 4 comments.

write4life said...
on May. 20 2010 at 5:50 pm
this poem really made me think. you left it off at the end leaving questions in my mind. it makes me want more!

hihelloheyme said...
on May. 20 2010 at 5:50 pm
you have an amazing skill for writing. dont ever stop!

wordsmartg said...
on May. 20 2010 at 5:49 pm
wow you really dig deep and tug at the emotions every has but dont want to surface. it takes a true writer to do that and you mastered it!

jill456 said...
on Apr. 12 2010 at 10:52 pm
i really like this one

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