"English please?" they always say,
When I'm trying to figure things out but my words drift away.
From where their ears are trained to hear,
The Boston Accent, and not foreign, strange or unclear.

Each word that's in a different tone,
Carries pieces of a home I've known.
A place where laughter filled the air,
Where I spoke english, and no one stopped to stare.

They raise their eyebrows,
They sight, they pause,
As if my accent breaks their laws.

"English please? while I'm doing my best
Every day feels like a different test.
I twist my tongue, I slow my speech.
So that expectations can be reached!

But every word comes from me, not you,
Maybe I speak funny, or different, that’s true.
But this is my voice, my accent, my view,
And I'm tired to change it to comfort you.