This poem will make me famous,
this poem will reach more minds
This poem is far more advantageous
we’ve learned these sounds since we were five.
This poem will make me meet the stars
will allow me to step foot on Mars
leave Storni, Pizarnik and Cortázar behind
in favor of Keats, Dickinson and Whitman.
It may be harder for me to rhyme
but their green papers run the world
so in other for me to thrive
my brain will know other phonemes and words.
They imposed their stories and views
and continue to do so, watching over like vultures
Their green papers stained with blood
just can’t love other cultures.
All mothers forgive their kids,
so can you please forgive me, mother tongue?
Mother tongue, don’t all mothers want their kids to shine?
Mother tongue
with the universal language
I will know the universe
I will become a sun.
