We learn it well when we are young
Those bitter words spit from the lips
Do battle with our mother tongue
Masha was Mary when she left the boat
A new name given for a new land
Still she was teased and called "greenhorn"
By a father she couldn't understandHate has a language
The lady asked Bubbe how we spelled our name
Is that "-son" with an "e" or an "o"?
I just wanted to play in the pool
But they had their quotas, ya know
Hate has a language
Why is my Daddy chasing that man
And why did he call him a "kite?"
They explained it later that night
Hate has a language
submitted for Poetry Potluck Week 18
Thanks, Jingle!
5 comments:
My dear friend, I love your take.
True, hate has a language, it speaks of smoke and war...
very fine tuned tale.
fantastic entry.
A++
Well articulated in laymen's terms. Even those that don't "get" prose/verse should hopefully gather the meaning of 'Hate Has A Language'.
reads like an immigrant experience which I know so much about lol. I enjoyed your work. Thank you for sharing this lovely piece in potluck with us!
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Lovely potluck, I like the title very much. Happy blog theme you have!
Unfortunately hate has a language. I truly thing that poets don't know it. We heard about it .. but we refuse to learn it :)
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