The preamble

Of the mother tongue

Slurred in hushed lust for the unspoken

She yearns

To cleanse her palate

Against the fever of prejudice

Soured by the origin word

Of a belief never prepared for speech

Uncloak lady language

Whisper the words of change in her ear

Unzip her dress of forfeit

And remove her pearls of wisdom

Reclaim the innocence of thought

Prior to the backspace of censorship

Show her a porcelain page

Force her to write with the ink of her saliva

Thick with the shriveled letters caught in the back of her throat

Read to her the plight of a mute

Articulated in a new found voice

Of a harmony no longer strangled

To the quiet notes of silence