My Father was a hipster His Father was a prisoner of war Both of my Grandmothers believed in God My Mother believed in everything Her Father believed in nothing but himself I suppose I was always going to be this way
Gliding
You say you notice everything about me You laugh and say I walk like I’m ice skating Feet bounding ahead in a circular motion As if that makes it easier to keep moving forward But that only feels true When I’m with you One thing you did stop noticing Is the moisture on my eyelashes … Continue reading Gliding
Outbursts
I have a theory That every blue moon, gold spills off my tongue Unravelling out of my mouth like a seed in bloom After a long winter of nothingness It scares people
How’s Your Heart?
Every 3 minutes in the UK, someone dies from heart disease. Every 6 minutes, someone in the UK has a heart attack. 1 in 3 people who have a heart attack die before they reach a hospital. More than a quarter of all deaths in the UK are down to coronary heart disease. Yes, I … Continue reading How’s Your Heart?
Shade
Some people will try and dim your light Somewhere down your lifeline The source of sorrow is that it won’t be who you expect The devil appears in beautiful forms And none are immune to his deception They say blood is thicker than water But your body is composed of more water than blood It … Continue reading Shade
To The Women Of My Blood
A perception of South Asian women has lingered That they are inherently submissive, naive, hidden from the world behind dupattas and burkas But I look to the women of my bloodline who arrived before me Audacious, uncompromising, unbearable to the men who don’t want to hear them Bold looks, big dreams, words armed with wit It’s … Continue reading To The Women Of My Blood
I’m Sad. Is That Allowed?
Sometimes I wonder if I genetically or chemically - although I suppose that would be the same element - have something wrong with me. I’ve always felt sad. I sit in this coffee shop, looking at a mother lifting her newborn baby into the air; the baby squeals in delight. A quote from Aristotle comes … Continue reading I’m Sad. Is That Allowed?
