I’m screaming at the top of my lungs

But she can’t hear me.

I might as well be yelling in French or Spanish because

She just doesn’t understand me

When I tell her I can’t do this.

 

She doesn’t get it when I tell her

I don’t know—

Je ne sais pas,

Yo no sé

—how I’m going to see this through.

 

It’s like my brain es en fuego from all

Of the información being crammed into it and

When I tell her, the only thing she can say is

¿Dondé esta la biblioteca?

 

But despite our language barrier, we both

Understand that je suis une étudiante

Before I am une fille,

Une sœur, et

Une personne.