Poetry
by Darshita Jain
a spoon to scoop chunks of my mother’s language
that I can extract, and spin into an introduction on first-days of
college when asked the correct pronunciation of my name.
I can sing the alphabet in four languages,
spell words, bridge them together into a nonchalant statement about thinking
in english.
They never rest on my tongue,
a scratchy surface used too much to house a foreign body —
I have been infested. Watch me spit (try to translate).
Appeared in Issue Fall '19
Nationality: Indian
First Language(s): Gujarati
Second Language(s):
English,
Hindi
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Listen to Darshita Jain reading "I am too British, I use a fork when I eat".
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