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.
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