Latina, I am you…
But I’m not you.
I learned that word today.
You are astonishing.
But maybe if I purse my lips just right
And flick my tongue like you,
I could be worthy of your language.
The one I studied just enough
To get by in high school.
The one that rolls off my father’s tongue
But sounds like a stranger in my mouth.
It sounds so foreign, I’m sure,
To everyone around me.
Little white girl.
Maybe I should practice in the mirror more.
Get it just right.
It will never sound like you do.
The language like ancient magic
Dripping from your body since birth.
Do I have the right to roll my Rs?
You don’t look like a Ramirez, they say,
Cautious of their heritage.
I’m not trying to swoop in and colonize it, I swear.
I don’t belong, but I want to.