Poem: Speaking in Tongues

I almost wish I had an accent.

Almost.

I almost wish I had something linking me to my maybe roots

Almost wish I had something other

Than this sometimes southern-twinged “white people speak”

To let people know that I, too, come from somewhere

that I, too, have a background

almost.

Because this sometimes speech almost

saves me from the definite rebuke

people of my complexion

have grown accustomed to

Because accents are somehow the defining measure of

intelligence

So even though I desperately want to be linked to somewhere

I also enjoy the tiny bit of white privilege that rubbed off on me

I almost wish I had an accent

But sometimes yea I guess I’m a little glad

it’s just a wish.

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Poem: Speaking in Tongues

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