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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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snigdha.bar
<p>Something that has always been on my mind.</p>

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