It was slow and subtle
We didn’t even notice
Like a shadow cast over everything we know
A single language took over
It is power, they said
So I wore the crown
But at my coronation,
It got stuck on my head forever
Now I am a stranger in my own land
Queen of no one
A rainbow forms on my mother’s tongue
It would on mine too
But after that language blew all the clouds away
I was stuck in drought.