THINK I’LL CALL THIS "AN AFRICAN CRY"

I'll no longer apologize nor be ashamed when I bite my tongue for speaking in a tone that isn't mine.

If I call it 'fakade’ instead of 'fasade’, he who laughs is a fool for he should know that cake is called 'kake' and not 'sake’.

My mispronunciation should be attributed to the "white" man's folly. His indiscretion brought upon him the misuse of letters in words such as the g in light, b in doubt, and h in honest.

So why laugh if I think the word is 'architect' instead of 'arkitect', 'coup' instead of 'ku' or 'pnewmonia' instead of 'nimonia'?

I'm only as confused as he who instilled the language on my father's grounds and walked on it like it was his.

Blame him, for he'd have said "sorry" instead of "free them".