The breathing is now easy
and I hardly care about the world..
It’s not that I am dying,
If you have thought so then you are insane..
It is funny that I still care about the language that I use
See how Grammar restricts me… I am turning into a Correction Cell
Pity being brought up in a mediocre family,
I can’t honor the foreign language I paid highly to learn,
But I don’t care what you say
Cause mother tongue keeps me sane
Gulping down the second wave
I never felt stronger than before…
But still I kept correcting my Grammar
See how White has left us sored
Neo-colonial domination that’s what I call you
because am a slave of thee
It pays my bill and other relish in life
Grammar I bow down to you.. see!