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My language is my land
Each y’all a plot
Of rich red earth
My drawl the honeysuckle
Twisting ‘round the links of the fence
Protecting what is mine
My accent the sweetness from the plum trees
And the spice from the peppers of Granny’s backyard
My language is my land
And on it stands
The house we built
This room where I call your name
And write to remember my own
I absolutely love this poem!
Thank you!