By Oluwafisayo Akinfolami
You do not know how to mold
your mother’s dialect to your tongue.
You are eaten into a language;
it tastes like vowels of a stranger.
Perhaps, you would swallow your mother’s tongue
Like you gave yourself to the sea
Like you sheltered yourself in the flood
and called it survival.
You see people taste their lips- you
say it is a way to hone a language,
like when you morphe yourself into another man
because language is fluid just like everything is.
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