qUEENS DEM gIRLS

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