English Hates Me
Speaking three different languages
You'd think one would be no problem
French and German roll out of me
Like that's where they belong
But English
The one language she knows
It trips over my tongue
And buries itself in my mind
In the exact moment I need it
I stutter and can't find the words
When all the while I know
It would be perfect in French
She smiles in pity
And keeps talking
I keep my mouth shut
Because English hates me
I can make German seductive
French sound threatening
I can bend words over my knee
And make them do as I please
I am a wordsmith
And English is an unknown medium
All this is think
As I watch you speak
Knowing I could say
Just the right thing
If only English wouldn't hate me