CADENCE BLUES
I tried to sound like everyone else
But my accent, like sand trickles through the narrow neck of the hourglass
Kept seeping through the tiny pockets in my speech
We were vines wound round each other
And the swords of fear and shame were starting to tear us apart
But golden reminiscence
With a speed parallel to none other
Rushed into my thoughts and reminded me
Where I have come from and who I am
And from then I have known no greater confidence
So from that moment I have spoken
With pride immeasurable
That even though my timbre is not the norm
It is a sign of my lineage and bravery
And of the cultural ties that bind my motherland and my soul.