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Why can I whine with my waist but not with my mouth? 


I read the tales of back home.

Hear the stories from my mom,

I can’t claim that land


I claim that history

From a polished wooden desk in America

Where bolts hold down the table 

So as to not be stolen


My parents bruk off dem backs to get me here


Still I am uneducated because it is ‘thaw’ not ‘taw’

I speak the language of my conquerer

Yet I am ridiculed for my accent


I am not qualified to speak to you


Bro    ken English 

Broken country

Broken families


Can Yuh

Hear Meh?

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