Mandinka by Assa D.
after Melissa Lozada-Oliva
If anyone know me very well they will know that i speak three different languages
But one of them I forget some of the things
Which is my Mandinka.
My Mandinka is little different from others
My Mandinka is hard to read but some people that have the same
Problem as me will understand my Mandinka.
My Mandinka is like a hot coffee that drops on my neck to hurt me.
If you ask my why l have a problem with my Mandinka
I will tell you that my parents don’t teach my until I was
Around 11 or 12.
My Mandinka is not only my parents fault that i don't understand
But I blame myself cause I don't listen to them when they was trying hard to help me
My Mandinka is my dream that l will never give up on.
Cause i know if l put my mind to it I will understand it
Just the same thing as my English.
My Mandinka is like a piece of a pie that has strawberry in it .
My Mandinka, My Mandinka is my dream and I am very excited not to give up
and to experience my rest of my life with it.