General Help Wanted

I am a barely contained scribble
That I could draw when I was 3
Deemed a masterpiece
Before I knew the word
And have since been weaned
To see lines
order
status
like Escher staircases
chronic aspirations
to compare dreams

And the colour
was discarded
And the meaning
misinterpreted
And the masterpiece
dated:
A scribble
By a 3 year old
Who didn't know any better

I am seeking a translator
A teacher
of my other tongue
Before my mother
Before the words usurped--
Ordained the shape
the texture,
the outline
Of this world
That is not mine

When a scribble was more honest
When the truth was heard in hums
When thoughts were in a language
I've forgotten