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I was once a beautiful word full of richness and meaning.
I was derived from Latin and stuck around for thousands of years.
Then, I immigrated to America.
They shortened me and modernized me and Americanized me,
so I no longer recognized myself.
I became a poor and bereft word, a shadow of my formal self.
Desperate, I began to steal, spit on the sidewalks, curse.
Eventually, I was banned from polite language.
I exist now on the mealy breath of dissenters.
I hope one day to be resurrected.
Now, I lie in the gutter of expression staring at the stars.
Oh so true, brilliant post. Thank you
what a kind comment. thank you. 🙂
I was born in Taiwan and at the age or three my family moved to Chile where I learned my first abc’s in Spanish including every profanity and then came to Canada to learn English from scratch lol good times
wow. I have never been 0utside the u.s.a… thanks for sharing. 🙂
My pleasure 😀
I have been like a global citizen, born and raised in Dubai to Indian parents who then moved with us to America! So I feel really close to the prose you wrote!
I am so glad it resonated with you! 🙂
First time I’ve felt sorry for a slang word! ;>)
I have been told there is a first time for everything. 🙂