The Slang Poem by Meriam Joseph

Pink top, blue eyes,
She mocks the girl that fakes smiles
Tells her, her slang's great,
Pun intended? no way!

But where she's from, farther east,
This is how cute people speak
It's where she's from, classics born,
From her slang that cannot be torn.

She tells herself, 'it's all lies,
Open your books read them twice
It's not yours what's been there since age,
It's my slang every single page'

But since this isn't her native place,
Her language here is like a new face,
And though her slang's for lit buffs,
Here's it's meant to be in cuffs.

But where she's from, farther east,
This is how cute people speak
It's where she's from, classics born,
From her slang that cannot be torn.

And everyone wants to be right,
Everyone thinks they're original,
And she won't put up a fight,
She won't put up a fight

So she let herself outcast,
All in the name of her slang.

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