The Unsung Song

A sadness from being robbed of mother tongue

Photo by Josh Rocklage on Unsplash

There’s a song with words I don’t know. Feel the music in my bones, though.

The spine straight despite hate. The chin up, the gait of feet with a rhythm that can’t wait.

Echoes of this unsung song everywhere — I didn’t even mean to rhyme. Yet the beat is there (see?).

Sometimes my tongue feels heavy and swollen and dry bec…