Im confused......
I'm born of African soul....
My mind thinks of Africa as my home...
why do i speak of languages that my elders did not know?
why is it
that i rule off the language that penetrates trough
my veins,
and speak of foreign tongues?
Am i not proud of who i am?
Others live their language,
why do i not live mine and be
not a copy cat....
All im saying is lifes to short to imitate
so be original....
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i'm confused 2...my main language is arabic but i have 2 speak hebrew in the out doors n i only love 2 speak english wt should i do? ! .... hun ur nt the only 1 who's confused we all r! ! !