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Accents Poem by Ana Portillo
Accents Poem by Ana Portillo
I remember
After playing outside on a summer day, while eating popsicles on our front steps,
That she’d always sing to me whenever I got hurt to make me feel better,
I remember
Watching rented DVDs with my siblings of a show that’d teach us Spanish when we were younger
I remember
My siblings and I flipping through small squares of printed-out pages we put together,
We were trying to learn the colors in Spanish, and I’d mix some up with another,
‘They’re long words; what do you mean they aren’t the same?!’
I remember
What my older sister and parents were saying through spelled-out words, one letter at a time,
And smiling.
I remember
They smiled at me
I never thought my parents had an accent when I was younger for quite some time, which makes sense
I don’t exactly remember what question I asked my dad, but it was related to accents in some way
My dad’s response was that he wasn’t embarrassed or anything about having ‘an accent’
Most of my family that lives in Guatemala and Honduras speaks English too
But I’ve still wanted to be fluent for pretty much as long as I can remember
I’d still feel like I barely knew anything, besides a few words I’d catch here and there
But…
I shouldn’t be.