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tumbleweed (Free verse) by crooked_smile
I can see the giant tumbleweed
rolling around in the dust in my brain
you've just asked me a question,
in Chinese,
or in Latin,
or Greek,
it could even by Hebrew or Arabic.
But how can you call this English?
I understand English,
English is something I can handle.
Why do you confuse me
with words that mean nothing,
why must you ask questions
you know I cannot answer?
Do you like when I mess up?
Do you want to see me fail?
Are you trying to
make all my hardwork and energy
boil down to nothing
but hatred?
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