Speaking gibberish,Pretending to say things in English,She looked at herself in the mirror,Hoping one day she might sound like a native speaker.The journey of a million miles,Dreamed by my inner child,She was dancing at Mile number five,Many decades from the finish line. Today I sit in my alabaster cocoon,Dimly lit by the crescent moon,Reflecting on little me in ponytails,Never once she thought…