In My Tongue

I would kind of communicate with my dad in like, this, like broken English, French, Spanish kind of thing.

I hated school. So in a sense, I kind of hated French.

I hope one day, I could learn the dialect of the Indigenous people of Nicaragua...

Like, that's not Central American. It's not our language, it's not, like, native to us, you know? It was brought by the colonizers, and it's a colonizer's language, right?

English is fucking boring!

Je parle pratiquement toujours français avec les gens à l’école, puisque c’est les règles de l’école...

When I think of Polish language, I think of my grandma and the love she gave me...

The system is not made for people that have dyslexia. And people would find out I speak four languages, and then, automatically, they'd treat me like so much nicer.

Ma mémoire la plus vieille du Lingala, c’est d’entendre ma mère le parler...