Don’t take my flower away

7 I learnt a language, now I’m afraid.

9 listening closely will I hear their words of disparage.

9 I wont cry quietly, sharpening tongue with a blade.

8 competing with my first words for his sake

7 self and sarili brings the tongue alive

7 barriers, language and tones, awakened in debate

9 without my revision the flower I watered becomes decayed

8 delivery for a word that means a lot

9 The man at the door speaks in good fate.

7 meaning to happen, my earphones have strayed

8 now out loud and muffled my lessons play out

7 here I overcome my anxiety is betrayed

10 depression speaks to me, in languages I learn to manipulate

10 I’m surrending to my mind that’s willing to break away

9 deeply lost in my stammer I learned to articulate

8 Don’t beat me when I’m down don’t perpetrate

9 I laugh to forget, my mistakes will melt away

7 to pass my grade can I debate

9 at 28 I learnt a language, now I’m afraid.