After Melissa Lozada-Oliva
When people ask me what my Spanish sounds like,
I bite my lips, 'cause sometimes
I don't know how to explain it.
My Spanish is not defined by just one thing.
My Spanish is "Siesta y cervecita"
and "empanadas y frescolita."
My Spanish is Madrileño
with a mix of Caraqueño
and a pinch of Maracucho;
I do not know where I got that from.
My Spanish is lawless and expressive.
My Spanish is smart and will adapt
depending on who I'm talking to.
My Spanish is sentimental.
It will change from one side to the other,
depending on which country I'm missing at the moment.
Jumping borders, ignoring tolls.
My Spanish doesn't owe explanations.
My Spanish shall lazily roll "R's."
My Spanish shall slip through "S's."
My Spanish shall step on toes while dancing.
My Spanish will not apologize for not being perfect,
and neither should yours.
About the author
I'm a Venezuelan poet living in Florida. I am a poet for hire on the weekends which means I type poems for strangers on my typewriter about whatever topic they want. Hope you enjoy.
Check my work on IG: @juanspeaks