Bilingual?
I have always been thirsty for the language of my people
I wonder what our accent tasted like
The way we curved our mouths
To speak freely
To be heard by someone who understands
By someone from our home
The place far from here
Where no one
Speaks
The same way
I wonder how many times
You swallowed your words
If it felt like you were choking
When you began to lose your language
I wonder if you ever learned theirs
Or if it wasn’t until the next generations
Were raised inside of the foreign language
I wonder how many years it took for my family
To only speak the language of the colonizers.
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