Kindness I'm!
Shaped up into a dialect.
I'm denied at the edge world in a language.
I'm hurdled by the cruel.
Brutal they hang me.

I'm crying to be taught by nature,
nature that brightens everyones' setbacks.
You're murmuring to speak me,
While I'm easy to speak,
but my echoes are truly endless.

The language that's heard in deaf ears,
Which thy hear only of all languages.
Surprisingly spoken by the doom,
the word of their awareness.

Kindness is my language.
It makes what's excellent in others
belong to you likewise.

My thought bewildered me!
how wonderful would be the world?
if my language would have been considered,
unique and perfect could it look?

I sense a beautiful world that would go in when others are walking out on one's problems.
Problems-free world.

I sense a world that would know that the way to thank God for one's sight is by giving a helping hand to someone in the dark.
No one could be lacking.

My language would be appreciated for making everyone smile.

My language would be generally accepted by everyone for brightening life.

Roland Topsy Gbaye
The Liberian poet.© topsy Ali-muahaha