Yet it touches my tongue and flows out,
This language that has seemed to escape my knowledge,
Is it something of moral revise or is it just an opinion etched into my mind,
This verbal spew take hits your ears like rocks,
One that penetrate much like bullets,
These words of this dialect,
They take me back,
As they fall from my own lips,
This language that is not my own is not only my own
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