But I continue to kill it.
The symptoms usually start with amnesia.
I forget which identity is real
The same way I forget which language rolled off the tip of my tongue first.
The truth is that I know the languages of many identities.
I am a polyglot.
I am multilingual.
Not only do I speak and understand the Spanish and English language,
But I also speak the language of the educated middle-class
And that of the poor.
I am familiar with the language of the queer and the homosexual.
I am fluent in the language of the woman of color.
I speak youth.
I speak women.
I speak Hispanic.
I am here; I am there, and finally,
I am nowhere.
I am a frustrated bridge ready to collapse.
I am without a title.
I am without an identity.
I am a hybrid created by different patches of the original.
I am no longer original.
I put myself in a struggle every day to be original—
To speak the language of only one,
But I pick-and-choice-and -hide the one I am able to hide
Because I am selfish;
Because I have the power to choose.
I want more choices.
I want more options
And the more choices I get,
The more I kill my original identity.
I want to experience all the colors in the world without dying.
I need my true personal identity to live through the confusion and through the experiences I encounter.
I want to just be.
But I am a Polyglot.
I am the Human Experience.
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