L. Akitelek Papakemus writes on her loss of language, and the consequential loss of culture.
Cut off from their tongue, the secrets of my forefathers are forever lost on me and I remain but the distant echo of a glorious beginning. Though my voice resonates with the timbre of new music there is falsehood in my tongue and I feel myself fettered and reduced to a slave as my master mocks my novel creation.
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