Lost In TranslationA Poem by BetanuZwei'Ay'oop luva-duck! How ya bin?' The words shock me they don't fit your face. My brain searches desperately to find that voice, to recognise. After all, how many times has your voice been the last thing I heard at night? The first thing in the morning? It's almost painful, and for a minute I feel like I've lost you. That voice is an enemy, making me an outcast. I'm not a part of this family and I'd love nothing more than to rip out that throat. Stop and replace it with your own, rounded and smooth. I knew when I met you who you were, where you'd lived. But to me this Yorkshire is new. It's rough and wild and crass. When you introduce me I feel a fool. I try to grasp this new language by the horns but end up trampled. It took a while, but I'm here. You had to remind me who you were. And as I accepted you back as you, no imposter, I realised how hard it must have been for you to give it up. This language, these people. Home. © 2011 BetanuZwei |
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Added on February 1, 2011 Last Updated on February 1, 2011 AuthorBetanuZweiUnited KingdomAboutMy name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..Writing
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