Foreign

She laughed at my way of speaking...

He laughed, they laughed...

oh! my accent!

I laughed too.

I laughed, not because

I was not from where they were.

Nor because I thought I sound funny.

I laughed, because

my accent is my proof of my access...

to more than one language of literature,

poetry, songs, lore, and more.

I laughed, because

none of these mattered to me, at the end of the day

to recognize love.