Mother Tongue
We had a steel-coiled fence
that kept us apart; kept in purity,
spoke out in purity.
We played Barbies in a tree that
bordered each side, not knowing
it had a
zone.
Our Barbie world was created;
dresses hung on branches
little mirrors for wee doll hands;
leaves assigned our closets.
I gibbered and you jabbered, and
the worst thing happened, I learnt
English, but what happened to your
French?
Language traveled through the holes
of our steel-coiled fence.
Copyright © Gisele Vincent-Page | Year Posted 2011
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