Sounding “American” does not equate clarity or comprehension. Fluency is not imitation. It is ownership. I Grew Up Speaking in Two Worlds I grew up and spent a big part of my life in the Philippines. Yes, we used English in school. It was the language of instruction, of authority, of announcements shouted through broken speakers that nobody really heard.
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I wish I could talk the way I could write — calm, precise, and unafraid. But maybe silence and ink were always my native tongue, and speech was just a language I never fully learned. There are moments when I sit quietly, words tumbling freely in my head, forming lines that could have silenced a room or rescued a conversation.