From Museum Piece to Living Breath

Give me all and nothing
I plead!
Steal my all and reward nothing
I beg!
For my home, is a rich land
Laid arid by my foolish actions.
Holding me close that partake of the fruit
That I, betray who I am in a longing bid.

As I throw my identity

My tongue

My speech

That I belonging here and nowhere

Ashamed of the riches stained by my home

While trash that which is me

For a view that is empty.

Give me all and nothing
I plead!
Steal my all and reward nothing
I beg!
For I long for an identity that is me

Yet the me I find, is clouded to my purpose

Seeking to be like the rest

While pleading for mercy to heavens.

As take my heritage for dice

Rolling deep in forgetfulness

While shedding tears of be forsaken

For I threw the towel to my tongue

And embraced a ghost speech

That made me inadequate.

Robbing my step

Only to leave me crawling to my future.

        I have often wonder, "Why is it now hard to construct at in my mother tongue and who have I become?" In a bid to belong to the global village I have oftenly found myself wanting to sound like the next person and take offence ssomeone picks a bit my dialect in my voice tone. At the same time I have discovered the more I do so the more I lose who I am cause in my tongue lies my identity. Barricading my heritage, i have also discovered that I have a lost alot in the process for now will give ear to some who sound the same as the rest of us.