My accent is my fingerprint:
I was born in Smolensk.

My accent is my memory:
I lived in Moscow.

My accent is my enemy:
I am (I was?) from Russia.

My accent is the sunburn
I got in Oklahoma.

My accent is the scar
I earned in Pennsylvania.

My accent is my privilege:
I write from Florida with love.

My accent is my passport:
I am American.