Forfeited Language

I am tied to royalty the way oceans are fastened to moon fluctuations the way our skin absorbs sun's radiation with mathematical efficiency producing Nubian improvisations from translucent tans and honey hued browns to shades of ink that rivaled midnight when we opened our eyes the earth contained starlight tied to royalty we made ivory crowns fashionable and kings requisitioned vines for chains If the moon's pull causes oceans to move towards her My desire must've danced with my design before our skin collected freedom's anthem Beauty made in abstentia baptized by indigo vision, piercing One hundred years in our language started to fade A cerebral infraction occurred on the grandest scale unimaginable we suffered word extinction man muted, forced fed profits, I wonder if we'd ever know truth that didn't involve "In God We Trust?" My tongue wants to form words, my mind cannot name Royalty, money laundered loyalty Wordsmith