DATE: JUN/21/2022


Brand me like livestock. Stamp my tongue with searing metal.
Let the blood seep into the crevices of my taste buds.
Taint my identity with your arrogance. Make me obsolete.
But you should know that even the wounds that attempt to mute me can sing.
Sing musical notes of pride, history, self-identity and culture. A rich harmony.
Verses of inflamed words are hurled until we are seen.
A testimony to pain that your fire can’t destroy.
Remember, the tongue speaks only what is in the heart,
As long as the heart beats, the tongue cannot be tamed.