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Jun 2017
My neighbor and I don’t speak
We wave a friendly wave, call out each other’s name then retreat to our respective homes
My neighbor and I don’t speak
We smile sweetly and sometimes greet with a kiss
My neighbor and I don’t speak
We share soul food…Colombian Ajiaco for me and American Pistachio Cake for her
My neighbor and I don’t speak
Maneuvering the 2 languages takes too much energy and time
My neighbor and I don’t speak
We love with our actions, sentiments, and eyes
Written by
Ahsaki G  Miami
(Miami)   
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