I think more than anything

I am ashamed that I don’t speak

More than one language fluently

I suppose music counts, but

People Hate it when I sing

Also they can’t tell what I mean

I wish I could take Spanish classes

Or rehab my high school German

But forgive me I’m busy relearning

Absolutely everything, even the language

Of my body, with a new voice and

New mannerisms I am perceived as

A new person, who is entirely unpracticed

Stumbling over every exchange, a student

Of my own personality

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