Zephyr of Higher Learning

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 upbringing And also from the family and associations My language patterns have taken formation I wish that the zephyr of higher learning Could sweep across and saturate me With an instant knowledge of a broader Vocabulary and grammar so that writing Would become an eloquent and easy Part of my life gracing me with flowery Words that would bless each heart That reads my work consuming each morsel Sponsor:Brain Strand Contest: Any poem from your first 100/ any form/ max 15 lines