Portuñol-ish
I was born into
The mixtures,
The colors,
The sounds,
Of love.
Born into a language
That makes my tongue,
Dance;
Sambá,
Forró,
Capoéira.
The sounds of a
Sweet humming bird
Buzzing, for some
Sweet nectar juice.
Portuguese.
The language of my ancestors,
My vovó,
My grandfather,
My mother.
Rooted in Portugal,
Rooted from Latin.
Spread its wings,
Jumped into the ocean,
Swam to Brazil.
The land of;
Music,
Dance,
Love.
Amor
A idioma que eu falo.
But Portuguese,
My Portuguese,
Has a Twang,
A dialect,
An accent;
Of central Brazil,
Of United States of American,
Of Spanish.
The only language my father knew how to speak
To me
in.
He taught me Spanish.
Mexican Spanish.
Spanish from Michoacan.
The Spanish that screams at the TV
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL
The Spanish,
That ate his delicious food
The Spanish, that no one knew I spoke.
That Spanish that allowed me to listen
all of the negative talk
about me.
Español.
My Spanish.
In English.
I learned about my cultures.
I learned about my languages,
Taught to me
By both my parents
The Language I stumble on..
Yep, all three of them.
An accent in each one.
An outsider in each country.
They’re sill mine.
My mixed up
Portuguése
Español
English.
Portuñol-ish