Linguistics language is not an input output machine when I tell you it's raining cats and dogs outside, a phrase I've used since childhood to communicate the temper of the weather, in your words I've become a madman the sounds that make up my #life and tell my story will bring me no glory on foreign shores and the farther you go the harder it is because even though my language is the bastard son of whores conceived in a back alley where latin's children fucked each other to make another dictionary they shipped it overseas and over the years it gorged itself on fatty scraps of slang, we are legendary for the hectic, eclectic, eccentric, ethnic soup that boils over from our brains and out our mouths despite all this there are lands where they don't even speak the same sounds it astounds me that there's only a couple hundred individual sounds in Japanese whereas we have thousands humans did not write our world to ease communication across the nation and I want so bad to reach out and grab the whole world, want it's secrets unfurled and I'm mad that the gates are locked to a girl who can only converse in her one patchwork language I'm adverse to the idea that words should be chains when they're the blood in my veins I have to earn my visa for the human knowledge from far away have to pay homage to gain the key in that new world my poetry wont ring like it does, sing like it does here where my tongue is free but I need it, need to know the other side, what words hide because they have words we'll never have to say things we just cant say because this is a fucked up dangerous world and my tongue is my shield my wit is my armor my words are my weapons and in this radioactive, combative, unattractive world they're my most prized possessions #freeverse