
Heritageyou hang your heritage around your neckHeritage by ~InvisibleTeacup
tucked between your collarbone
to catch the vibrations of your throat
to study and interpret
until you know the secrets of its cadence
laying at your side
my blood runs weak
worn weary by foreign filters
my past pillaged and raped
as it is pulled from my veins
you hold me close
wrapping me in the language of your heart
a tongue I can't discern
so I lay in silence
letting the vibrations wash over me
as I lay white tipped hand
on tan chest