The words I don’t say are the ones you hear
Those are the ones I don’t need to say
they are meant for me not you
they feed my soul everyday
who are you to take them from me?
Why, when I speak you don’t comprehend?
Is my accent too thick for you?
You correct my grammar every chance you get
You made a joke once.
Said you should teach ESL.
Now, that you are immersed in culture
HA, did I forget to laugh?
Or was my palm crossing your face enough for one day
You said Immersed as if we are a toping for your ice cream
A flavor you can sample and throw away
A topic for conversation; not the people who scrub your floors every day.
Surly, not the people you blame for your grass not being green enough
No, not you. You wouldn’t dream of being, so stereotypical.