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el poder del lenguaje es muy interesante. words have always been important to me, more than i let on. i've been called a "mincer" of words. i've been told i go too deep. long after i spit words and they dissolve, i dwell on them wondering if i could have used a more appropriate word for the situation or to find the feeling.these days spanish words roll off my tongue with ease. they impose themselves, in surprising ways. a simple "hola" catches people off guard, and often summons awkwardness. but these words don't give a shit. they tumble off my tongue like babytots learning summersaults landing crooked, and a lil off. the staple "hola como estas" becomes a fresh greeting to the trite "hi, how are you?" most answer with the staple "bien, gracias" and flash a smile maybe feeling more accomplished. other times i get a "huh,i don't understand" or "i don't speak spanish." these words stir feelings of resentment, and they don't want to be left out. one day, i walk out of the chapel and see two vietnamese sisters talk in their mother-tongue. those like me who walk by, want to be let in on the secret, but we are purposefully excluded. i smile and wink: let those words roll, and be not apologetic my friends, claim your space.