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NauenThen

Poem of the Week

A tribal language in a global world

 

if I spoke

fluently

away from my own

head & history

 

if I spoke a dying language

not revernacularized or revitalized

my challenge would be

keeping loved words alive & safe

 

what word would I destroy

to save a life

my father was exiled

from his language

 

& his family, job, citizenship, country

maybe he didn't live his life in German

just because mine is lived in English

it frustrates me

 

not to have Spanish Italian Norsk Yiddish Hebrew Japanese

to be anonymous

by not having

conversation

 

stop for me slow down

the jokes work

if Mercè's English weren't good

we wouldn't be sisters

 

 

April 2020/February 2021

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