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I used to carry a reluctant tongue,

Phrases caught between breath and doubt,

Uncertain words waiting behind my teeth,

Afraid of how they might come out.

There were nights with dusty language books,

Loose pages of rules I didn’t quite understand,

Sentences slipping out of reach,

Translated thoughts circling in my head.

But then came voices I didn’t expect,

Souls and strangers with patient ears,

Who listened not for perfection,

But for courage louder than my fear.

So I let the silence loosen its grip,

Let broken syllables stumble their way,

And somewhere between mistake and meaning,

I learned it was enough to speak. 

Now my tongue doesn’t wait its turn,

It moves, imperfect but free;

And in every palabra I dare to say,

I finally recognize my own voice.