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I love it when he speaks, consonants
and vowels bent heavy with a thick
accent that colors every word. My
name comes out it technicolor, and
math is suddenly a spectrum of
musical, meaningless sylables.
They say his English is improving,
which translates to me a getting worse-
why fix something like this, when it was
never a problem in the first place?
My math teacher is from the Dominican Republic. I love his accent.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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