Tales Of Miss Scarlett

Mother tongue…please don’t forsake me?

“a weh yuh a go?”
I swung around in an exhausting blend of excitement, amusement and anxiety.
“I’m on my way to class” Dammit!! I forced a nervous smile desperately trying to hide my embarrassment and disappointment in my ability to link my thoughts and control my mouth to speak my mother tongue.
The war rages, the conflict continues….the battle between my current voice and my native dialect that is fighting to not be suffocated to the dimensions of my childhood memories.


Balance? Harmony!    thats all I seek.
NO not to belong. I have long ago let go of that jovial desire
But to assert!        ME
                             Myself
               and I 
                           in all its glorious, transcultural self.

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2 thoughts on “Mother tongue…please don’t forsake me?

  1. Written with feeling which was well transmitted.

  2. Thank you for your comment. I left Jamaica when I was 13years old so naturally my accent has changed and been muddled with others. But sometimes I wish I still had it or had the ability to switch it on and off like others do. This post really was written in frustration and i’m happy that someone else could read, understand and appreciate it.

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