I speak girl with an accent.
Once, very long ago, it was as natural as breathing,
But the way I looked meant it was safer
To learn a new way to talk
All of that made it possible for me to get here
To survive until I could live again
And I am so thankful for the privilege
That so many others like me never had
But now I speak girl with an accent
And accents are not always welcome
I don’t feel like I speak girl with an accent… My mannerisms, my speech patterns, the way I walk, everything just came back. I did have to learn some things that I didn’t get to learn young, but that was easy enough.
However, sometimes I feel like I have a girl-speech impediment due to what male puberty did to my body, and really that can be just as bad as an accent. This isn’t even a metaphor, there are days where my literal voice reveals my history.
The rest of this, however, rings very true. I learned to hide, so that I could live today.