We are a family
Of weird accents
And sounds
Strange dialects
And inflections of tone
Unfamiliar to your ear
Origin, unknown
Stranger, yet brother,
Listening to us speak with
All the languages
We borrowed
Made them our own
With a touch of all others'
Influences on us
Shaping the way we shall pronounce our tomorrow;
Stranger, yet brother,
When you hear our tongues click to
The language of our mothers,
Our words
Pushing past our fathers' gap teeth,
Will you see us as
A human form of recording machines
Or hybrids of what our forefathers speak?
It seems transparent that we
Have settled to roam,
In search for a place
That resembles
The chatter and laughter
Of our grandparents back home.