her, an identity
poem 1 her, an indian girl her eyes dark brown like chocolate pearls intoxicating and sweet her hands like soil fresh, pure and earthly...
poem 1 her, an indian girl
her eyes
dark brown
like chocolate pearls
intoxicating and sweet
her hands
like soil
fresh, pure
and earthly
her palms like sand
smooth
and soft
but weathered
by rain
and tears
her hair
not silk straight
or coiled in curls
but messy, frizzy
and as thick
as rope
massaged with
coconut and amla oil
her nose perched
on a throne
upon her face
perfect
as though
it was meant to be right there
her fingers dark and elegant
with poise
and strength
she is the daughter of earth and stars
graceful but messy
strong and capable
she is indeed
a desi girl
poem 2- her nature: breaking and healing
the number of things
which have fallen to my hands
broken
cracked
and left without
hope of resurrection
i cannot count
but there are
some things
which
stay in my hands
and heal
from the creases on my palms
using my skin
and love
as a balm
poem 3- her, a constellation
her eyes discs
of floating stars
her hair cascading
like a waterfall
her smile
expanded
showing her teeth
her nose
just so
on top of her mouth
why is she up there
i ask
gazing up into
the jet black night
she was too perfect
grandpa says softly
and she is a reminder
that all of us
on earth
have our flaws
those who are amongst the stars
are infinite
and
perfection has no place
on a fragmented land
even the ground below are feet
quakes sometimes
These poetry pieces show my persona as an Indian girl growing up in the states , and my thoughts and feelings as a south Asian teen.
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