Benglish
You don’t speak much, you’re very lajuk right.
Oh, she doesn’t understand you, she only nods.
Oh, I thought you said dead, did not hear dad.
The accent, where is that even from?
Sorry, I know you’re not used to being here
in Bangladesh. You’re a Bideshi now.
Ha! You’ll definitely be someone,
especially with all that exoticness. Ha!
No, I don’t speak much, I am not confident
with my words nor with my new sound.
No, You did not have to point that out.
I wasn’t aware of it, now I feel like I should keep quiet.
No, I don’t like it here because you keep
separating me. I feel Bangali more than ever.
No, I look like every other desi, you should
expand your horizons more for I am only Desi.
I look like every other Desi, maybe
with a new tone, but I am still Desi.
No! I understood that, please don’t
disregard. I just speak Benglish.
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