don't condescend me
we speak the same language
the language of the world
subdivided into many little pieces
into many different bodies
the dialect might be different
but the outcome remains the same;
we can communicate with all
or none
depends on who listens
and if they listen well enough to comprehend.

don't condescend me
we speak the same language
a glass chrysalis of never ending sounds
waiting to show the real beauty
that many paint over
a knowledge that others don't believe in

don't condescend me
we speak the same language
broken into black and white
strewn across awkwardly lined paper
it is ours for the taking
and theirs for the understanding

don't condescend me
we are the same language
we breathe together
to speak together