I am multilingual,
A key to many doors,
Behind which the world's secrets lie.
To know more languages than
The average American
Is a privilege and a tragedy.
A privilege to know people's native tongue
To bring their true, most original voice to the fore,
And give them relief in a place that screams, "English only".
But a tragedy to know that
Ignorance is abundant
Where only language is allowed.
Language binds my emotions
My memories, and my pain
In new words that I never thought possible.
I render my nostalgia as saudade
I aspire to the elegance of sprezzatura
And I am humbled by the grace of sajda.
None of that may make sense to you.
In learning a new tongue, I experience
Rebirth, reforging, and revelation.
I am an unfurling lotus
A few petals come now
But as I learn, more will follow.
I am enlightend by lanuage.
I am open to people through it.
I am multilingual.