Mom Language Poems

A letter to mom
Abu Zafar Obaydullah ---A translation

“The plant in the orchard, the squash
Spirally coiling, burdened as it thrived
The green, lavish green plants
Are blossoming as...

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The Art of Being Empty 
I was baptized in the TV light of The Biggest Loser  
and worshipped a version of myself that I...

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But breakfast’s subject beckons: 
the booster affair effect in Tumblr-
land? The digital map surveillance
co-sponsor the soccer mom sauce
minivan project, relay & speech 
to cell battery...

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I am so done with people in this area. They are all so fake and just say anything to get what they want and use...

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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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You have said you love me
told me at some point each day,
I love you, we hang together, we
play together, you let me get my way

Had...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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imma, burl, uca, sheon’t, heebie, deygon, fitna, who dat,
cuz, ion’t, dem, whatcha, make groceries, uon’t, boocoo, earl, bouta, weddey, baby…

imma - Imma call you later....

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"England and America are two countries separated by a common language." 
                ...

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Lake previous poetic effort,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense ne'er re: hearse
sing, asper William Butler Yeats,

aye went off deep end, perhaps
provoked...

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We explore –
earn and exist –
with a language 
of old exploitation. 

Like a mulatto,
Indian English 
is a hybrid. 
It’s as our culture –
there’s a unity
in...

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Roses are red
Blacks are white
if Hispanics want to fight
They'll bring a knife...

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Marg’s gram                       ...

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When I take my nephew
to the park to play basketball,
I look around to spot trolls
who litter and destroy.
" Look at those hoodlooms,
how they behave and...

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PARDON MY FRENCH

She swore like a sailor 
and what did it mean? 
Did he cuss as a pause... 
were their cohorts unclean? 

Were their vocabularies...

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