You are lucky If one day before you die You hear something as magnificent As broken English Broken may not be the best word So when I say broken please don’t infer Broken glass, shards, pieces of a whole, Or broken hearts, or half-empty cups When I say broken, I am referring to oceans Oceans overflowing onto our shores With continuous waves breaking That is the broken to infer. Small steps of progress Still culminate in progress And yet here we are exchanging Broken English like damaged goods Boxes of conformity have not yet worked So I propose stepping out of Thursdays and Mondays And stepping in sync with the rhythm of broken English Simply listening, learning Broken, not like broken treaties Or broken promises, or broken bones Rather broken like broken chains Or broken free, or freedom of speech. So if you get the chance to hear broken English Cross it off your bucket list And take note of the rhythm Broken English, the ocean
rachel anna smith