Underestimations Are Weapons.
Tools I must teach you,
Little Witches.
Vernaculars & Lexicons,
Of Wood & Dirt.
We ‘gon get it.
Giv’er,
Cross cuts & ridges,
’til we don gotta care wha we talk like –
no more
Dropping Meticulous Pretexts,
Masks,
Ones We Create.
Noticing old dialects.
Slang.
All Lost.