my history teacher calls it languicide
the way the words fall from my mouth
sentences broken and words blocked
loose tongue now stuffed down my throat
speaking is third nature
recalled only from months in the mumbai sun
words forced into my mouth
after overuse in someone else’s
it sits untouched
marinating in between my teeth
with a curled tongue and a songbird’s voice
my mother tongue is only my mother’s.
Priya Kanneboyina is a senior in high school in the DMV area. She enjoys writing poetry, particularly writing to experiment with multiple forms of expressing her most consuming and laborious emotions. When not writing, she spends much of her time in the wonderful company of her dog, Luke.