Prismatic
Mixed, queer and learning to flourish
At times I see myself
as a beige smudge,
a blur between places—
ambiguous enough
to belong everywhere
and nowhere
all at once.
It seems my role is
to hang in the balance.
But then I remember…
I am sun-warmed sand
hugging weary feet
through tiring journeys.
I'm Ceylon tea
spilled on a map,
connecting continents
and mountain ranges
from peak to peak
and beneath ocean depths.
My arteries mimic the rivers
that flow between motherlands
and fatherlands
distantly known.
My skin is a time-tinted scroll,
etched with forgotten origin
stories that can be felt to the touch,
through the spirit,
but never read.
I am the embodiment of
resilience and survival
of unimaginable passages
ancestors took,
seeking better for me
ever before I was an idea,
as my mother used to say.
My blood is red
for Trinidad and Canada.
My hopes are green
for Ireland and India.
My veins are blue
for the French that rolls
clumsily off my tongue.
My heart beats orange
for the same star that
illuminates and enlivens
all the lands marked by footsteps
that came before mine.
My aura is prismatic
for the people I love—
a reflection of my insistence on
being myself.
I am a daughter of the world
And to the earth, I belong.
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About the Creator
Rachel Ramkaran
Rachel is an eclectic wordsmith, avid flow artist, and contributing Editor-At-Large for the Canadian literary journal, Blood & Bourbon. Sign up for her email list or find her on Twitter, Instagram, and watershieldpoetic.com.
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