Humans are
Understood
As much as they
Are
Gravely
Misunderstood.
This balance
Makes us unique.
The way our tongues
Spit words
In languages
So foreign to others
That they learn it,
And call it just
That.
Foreign.
We’re not from some
Foreign
Planet,
Speaking
A
Dead
Language,
Because with every word
We are giving
Breath,
Life,
Purpose,
And
Meaning
To a series of words
And sayings
That make us
Understood.
Is our bark,
Bigger than
Our
Bite?
What do we do
If our teeth
Can’t stop
Chattering
From the
Coolness
That is
Our
Icy
Breath?
The breadth
Of our knowledge
Gives
Us the ability
To speak
And
Be understood.
Speak in cursive,
Yell in exclamations,
Whisper in italics,
Burp with boldness,
But never forget
To
End with a period.
Be you,
Be free,
Speak your mind,
And let the world
Emit it’s
Harmony.
What’s foreign to you
Is native to others,
So let us speak in ways
That’ll make native
Not so foreign.
Like a howl in the night,
Our shouts
Will be found
Piercing
The ears
Of the
World.
Stop and listen:
For
You
Will
Be
Heard.