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biting my tounge

the abandoned poems

By mokradi_ Published 2 years ago Updated 11 months ago 1 min read
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biting my tounge
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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.

surreal poetry
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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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