Just like sounds
But neither a word
Nor a language
in your ears
Mixed together
Murmuring, Whispering, Shouting

Asking me.. confidently answered
Asking me again..tremblingly repeated
Questioning face..Unconfident feeling
awkwardly silent moment
I’m resistant


*This poem is based on my experience when my either Ambonese or Ing-Lish accent becomes dubious for the illusive people who call themselves native speaker of the languages (Bahasa Indonesian and English)

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