Speak and let your voice be heard. Let your harsh accent shake through the ignorant bodies passing you in the street and be proud. Your voice is not laced with tones of immigration, terrorism and violence. It’s not hung with lowly notes of asylum and poor, dirty, scrounging hands. It stands tall with tales of escaped suffering, with tales of liberation. It rings loud with voices of your ancestors banded together and chanting freedom. It represents willing and bravery, solidarity and salvation. Speak proudly with your own voice, sing your coarse tones and do not be ashamed of your thick, harsh accent as it wraps around the necks of the closed minded. Do not try to retreat, do not try to retract. Tell your tales, even if your voice shakes, with the dulcet symphonies that your forebears blessed you with.