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Who Am I?
Who am I?
Am I Californian or Indian?
I'm from California, but I also come from Indian descent.
When I choose one over the other, it feels I'm downplaying how important the other is to me.
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The Power Within Us
The Power Within Us
A new year had come. No big fireworks, no bright laughter, not even a small piece of cake: an odd new year.
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Nighttime
Nightime:
By: Shivali H. Patra, California
My eyes drooping.
The night sky, black as paint.
The nocturnal still venture out in
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Loves
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fighter
I've never been much of a fighter.
I take hits like glass takes baseballs
like fire takes to rain.
Glass breaks and fire goes out.
I've never been much of a fighter.
A retaliator, resister
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Not Quite What I Imagined
I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books.
Little did I know that would later come true.
It’s not quite what I imagined, though. -
A House Holds Memories
A house holds memories
One look over my shoulder, and they are gone
The house is so bright
So full of orange light
I have memories in that house
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slippery, sunlit silence
Once, we met.
My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,
and you
talked to me with wide blue eyes
and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.
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Two Homes, No Sanctuary
Two doors, both locked, neither mine.
Two names, one I gave up.
Two voices, both demanding I choose.
A home is a shelter. A home is a question.
