Culture · Poetry

African in England

It was amazing to them how she was her mothers voice,
An African in England and yet knew no English
They watched as she weaved words out of her mouth with such rhythm
And wondered how one could possibly make sense of the words that were coming from this small Ugandan woman
Some thought it to be illiterate
Some though of it to be gallant
How a person could leave her home
to come to a foreign country with none of her roots
and even after ten years, she didn’t bother learning the linguistics of this foreign land
While they stared and sneered
I watched and asked myself
How could it be possible,
that the tongue could make love to the mouth like this
and still have ignorance question the beauty of a woman trying to keep a little of her ancestors in her tongue.
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