Swollen tongues and bite marks Dented lips, chapped and flaking Skin falling like snowflakes: Confetti? Whose mother tongue is the top of this cluttered matriarchy? Woven walls wicked barriers Blocking words flung from mouths That never close. Breathe through your nose - Inhale...Exhale... Good. That's better! Walls tumble brick by broken brittle brick When we… Continue reading Language Barrier – a poem