Tongue Tied

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My teacher told us to write about the languages we spoke but not literally every language that came out our mouths but what shapes us as a person

Submitted: February 23, 2017

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Submitted: February 23, 2017



  The day of my birth began with bumps and bruises in Colombia Hospital for Women. My languages are what shape me as a person, not just what I speak. The creation of Brachial Plexus Palsy, sickness, and Country continued with my growth.

 My first language of Brachial Plexus Palsy started as soon as I was born. Brachial Plexus Palsy is an injury to the brachial plexus which is a network of nerves that conducts signals from the spinal cord to the shoulders, arm and hand. My birth was difficult and resulted in the stretching of my nerves, Through life, there was back and forth to therapy for my arm. When I was a baby, my mother had to pin my left arm sleeve to my chest to keep it up, only because I hadn't exactly mastered my strength yet because of my condition. I am proud of this language because it separates me from everyone else. I have been rejected in middle school cheerleading because of this language. It also encourages me to strive harder to achieve my goals. The stares of your teammates when the coach asks "why can't you extend your arm?" The therapy which I had to put beads on a really thin string just to work my muscles and my strength. Also climbing monkey bars, but having to hang from then for a certain amount of time. Brachial Plexus Palsy continues with me was I grow.

 Not all languages created are happy. My language of sickness and grief also progressed. Sickness is the language of my grandmother who died of cancer. A language which there is no cure, no prevention. Cancer took over my grandmother and led to her being in the hospital. Sickness didn't allow me to say goodbye to my grandmother. It was just the pictures I saw that my other showed me that hurt me the most, not wanting to see the person I love suffer like that. All over the world people deal with this language and understand the feeling of hopelessness. The feeling of not being able to help, not just yourself, but everyone that is affected by this language. My grandmother spoke this language of cancer for awhile but didn't tell anyone. Sometimes I wish I could reverse learning this language.

 The language of joy and laughter was also crafted at birth. Country was brought upon me through relatives. The cowgirl boots and the country music. My aunt taught me the country language. Through life I have heard "you're a white girl trapped in a black persons body". This was later explained that it was said to tell me act like a farm girl. I listen to country music because it touches me on a different level. My favorite language is country, and it influences the music I also listen to such as "whiskey lullaby" by Brad Paisley, and "she's got a way with words" by Blake Sheldon. It creates desires to start a farm and have that one favorite horse, the square dancing, and the western love stories. Country grew by my surroundings and as my life progressed.

 As soon as I came into the world, my language of Brachial Plexus Palsy ,Sickness, and Country were created as time went on. All starting with my birth in Colombia hospital for women. My language led to rejection and pain, but they grew over time. I kept pushing forward,never letting them go.



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