The Vernacular

The vernacular language that I use Slips into my writing also and can confuse Those from other countries and regions Sometimes my language is macabre For I slaughter the English language From the teachings of my upbringings; And also from the family and associations My language patterns have taken form. I wish that the zephyr of higher learning Could sweep across and saturate me With a instant knowledge of a broader Vocabulary and grammar so that writing Would become an elogent and easy Part of my life gracing me with flowery Words that would bless each heart That read my work consuming each morsel