By Julissa Castro-Ruiz / Matthew staff || Edited by Giulia Leo
The language you speak is a borrowed identity
from the colonizers of the past.
Killing the silent voice
That flows in your tongue.
The language you speak rendered itself
To be shaped and molded as you please.
Crossed a to z to find the meaning of you.
The dialect of us.
The language you speak has become the passport.
For your border crisis.
The tower of babel maker of history.
Reincarnated you thousandfold.
The language you speak has become a reflection of you.
Not by the way you talk
Nor the words that leave your mouth
But the connections you make when you address the crowd.
The language you speak no other but me
shall learn it.