The Blessing and Curses of Having a Accent

Sometimes i hate that i have a accent when i speak. Where everybody notices that my parents are not "american". Where everybody ask me "where i am from?" i say "Here." What do you mean by here?" I respond , "here in Chicago." Then with a confused look in their face they say, "where are your parents from?" I say, " Mexico and Colombia." This conversation happens daily and sometimes its annoy. When i speak, everybody would be making fun of how i speak, laugh when i cant pronounce all the words right, when i struggle that a concrete English cant contain my creativity. Where sometimes, my tongue is a stubborn dancer. To be honest, I know that my accent is a blessing. It shows me that i am uniquely made because my parents are from another country but also i am specifically created by God. I know that my accent is a stubborn compass pointing to where my family is from.Its beautiful, how a stranger is like family when we have the same accent. Every time i speak it reminds me that i am proud that i am half Mexican and half Colombian. I am proud that Spanish is my mother tongue. In the past, after being fun for having a accent and speaking different. But no more, i am not going to stop sharing my ideas and what i got to say because i don't want to be a prisoner of words unsaid. I don't want to stop sharing words that could encouraging somebody to keep fighting this fight called life. I am not going to stop asking question to dig deeper into somebody life that allows me to step in their lives for a moment.