A Foreign Language

My lips are sealed Tightened by pain Locked with secrets Perhaps I should tell you... My life and my memories, My troubles and struggles. I could teach you a thing or two, Respect, loyalty and class, The 1950's and the 1960's. If you want to know my dear- Watch closely. Look beyond the tears in my eyes, Translate the tremble of my hands That is how you speak my language, petal it's much more than words.