a poem on language

English,

I think in it, dream of it.

Effortless.

It lays like a blanket

covering imperfections,

my intricacies.

….

The big brother I never asked for.

He speaks for me

when I can't find the words

my mother gave me.

Those spoken to my father

by his father.

….

The big brother I never asked for.

Helps me with adult life,

adorns my walls.

Making me a contender –

A good one at that.

….

The big brother they never got.

But they seem so happy without.

And I –

Unsure,

I’ve only heard stories

Seen pictures,

Tasted moments

of life without him.

Free at last.

….

What bone will remain once I lay bare?

Stripped naked

Which me will be left to ridicule

when his expensive drapes no longer enclose my body

my native silence.

Free at last.