Where I am From
I am from India.
From a brown that is my skin.
I am from the sunshine yellow of my mother’s laugh.
From the red and white of my brother’s favorite football shirt.
I am from the crisp new white pages of a book,
From the miserable grey of the street I live on.
I am from green, pink, and yellow; my garden in summer filled with flowers.
From the terrifying black of the nightmare that haunt me.
I am from the ginger orange of my burial car.
From the blue and gold of my ever-short school tie.
I am from the dark oak of my grandmother’s coffin.
From the golden pendant around my neck.
I am from every identical color of the twin I love.
From the blue and green of a hospital ward.
I am from all that has happened.
And all that will be.
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