Language Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Language
You talk, and talk
Not to listen, not to hear
What is it you wish to do,
Sit with your hands
Over, covering,
Your ears?
I want to change your mind
Sew your lips together
And never speak a word
To you, about you
You always said,
My voice is shrill
So for you,
My lips will not part
And my tongue not twist
A disturbing tale
Instead, we will converse
With a language of no words
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8/29/2026 8:23:47 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
one word......brilliant!