Family Language Poems

My family spoke two languages
I’m not the same
Results came in still thankless
Feels weird to be diagnosed anxious
Results so plain
I’m still hiding under several blankets
I ain’t...

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I was a happy, fluent linguist, fruitfully helping revive endangered languages,
As colorful rainbows walk across the sky, in buttery hours, turned languorous.

I enjoyed doing practical...

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DREAMING LAND
By
Kyile Jacquin Carter

Salt rice pot dog cat logs
Hope scotch rum, apples wheat drum
Bees sticky sweet, flowers smell nice allergies
Eggs beans protein, hens lay chickens
Toast...

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What a strange word is mnemonic
far easier to say than to write or spell!
It sound like a disease or nonsense incensed to mislead
But after you...

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I do not speak their words.
They're full of clichés and ideas that will never truly form.
I have tried to bend my tongue that way,
But it...

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"Countries, like languages, become different when ideas don't meet
  Languages we speak, countries we keep, are words so deep standing on our feet"

 ...

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A family from India had a request 
On a hiking trail as we passed by.
“Could you please take our picture?” and held out a phone
So...

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I use to wonder what it’d be like to talk to the animals…those on the ground and those that soar so high above…to speak the...

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Past 
deserves a hushed funeral for the memories scarred 
from hands, unforgotten words, screams echoed
the times no one wants to relive 
somehow you manage to...

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7/6/22
Drying fallen tears
Oh where is the death bed now
Very forgotten

7/5/22
Empathy signs on
Yes, in the depths of darkness
Light consumes the soul

6/29/22
Abscesses are not
Easily brushed away
Cleansing is...

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I. 
they say 
there exist languages without words
without syllables yet pronounced,
like the sharp clatter of fork and spoon and knife against each other
at dinners in...

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Congratulations dear Inioluwa Adebiyi 

Back To The Beginning

Life- a cycle recycling from the hemisphere
Home- an abhor of peace cum duty
Leaving to live with time both...

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I am from the clan of trees
we speak in the language of nature’s hidden tongue
for our souls talk under the ground
in the roots where we...

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I Walk into Bobby Department Store
And I yelled where are the Jamaican and Barbadian at?
This might sound a little weird to most,
however, it’s that time...

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