Biting my tongue
I am done
biting my tongue.
I am done
chasing after hope
that is made of cheap blue plastic
out of which they mold combs,
sold for twenty rupees
along with pink, blue, yellow balloons
handheld games, baby phones
you press a button
it plays a song:
Chal Chaiya Chaiya Chaiya Chaiya
hymns from a lost world
echo
in the unwashed altars of local trains
crisscrossing over muddy slums, suburban cities
we left our mustard fields to find work,
instead we found love,
and having found love
we held on
like the last bubbles of clean oxygen
amidst the pungent air-quality of our cities;
in between episodes
of acute suffocation
we combed our hairs
to look presentable.
I left with broken teeth.
About the Creator
mokradi_
Pari (he/they)
A BIPOC settler in Coast Salish Territories of so-called 'Canada'.
On the road to reconciling the worlds within while reclaiming my journey, one story at a time.
#multiculturalstories
#transgenerationalmemories
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