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
