My poem is about my struggle in understanding and embracing my South Asian identity.
Poetry has allowed me to reclaim my ancestry and embrace my identity. In “Motherland,” I re-imagined my paternal grandmother, with whom I, unfortunately, face a large cultural divide, as my country of origin. Formatted as a letter, I grapple with the concept of letting go of both a parent and a home.
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call me Mother
if You remember the Warmth of my grasp.
how meals used to taste, all Spice and steam
Gathered in a Home tooSmall for your tastes
but We made it brighter
Your smile brought the Universe in Our reaches
fueled by love and Spice OutofmyArms.
the moment You stepped into MyWorld
I knew you would leave me
for the monstrous azul of Sky&Sea&Far Away
but I still call you Daughter
for I am where you go when the streets grow teeth
But I have also
Taught You to be Strong
the Spice in your Blood
can turn into Flames
Oh Darling!has Sky&Sea&Far Away called you kin?
do You call her Mother?
do You still remember the taste of Home?
how the sticky Sweet syrup would cover Your Fingers
interlocked with Mine
my Hands wait for Yours
and the Table is set
For when you Return