So Utter

Sorrow as a second language,
spoken there, taught here, she comes
to get her education, to give back
all she has. It’s yours, 

if you can use it. She asks
questions no one questions—
answers upon answers erased
from the black board 

so she can breathe. Some will cry,
some will laugh, some will
die in this place where she comes
to believe in a broken tongue.

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