It Is Mine
By: Sana
Their tongue is the only way to get a chance to be more.
I am obligated to speak
with the pronunciation of their words,
to express my sincere hatred
for a long and tiring battle to claim what is mine.
I'm to learn the anatomy, when the inside's the same as the outside.
You are not unlike me
Then why?
Awaken within me is a complex structure at my core
Leave it within me
Layered
Lost culture on its own, it hurts for now.
Will it continue when it is unknown?
I feel the taste of their demands like acid in my mouth
It burns my nature of being
It is not me.
It is you.
YOU ARE READING
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