
Who Are You?
Words I’ve heard my whole life, it’s true
Echoing back like stones skipping across a serenely blue lake whose hue
Might match the depth of my own complexity
I gaze through a kaleidoscope of fragments and memories to find only humanity
My brown skin and long dark hair often gestures to a more “exotic land”
My accent a colorful mix of Indian, British, Swiss, Californian like being dealt cards of a mysterious hand
The treasured Indian spice box my mom gave me- vibrant yellow, red, and brown spice
Take me to lands and sage words of ancestors as I flavor my rice
They paved the way, fighting for dreams at a price
Is it the white lab coat, the trunk of colorful costumes spanning ages
I try on telling stories of these sages
Turning the pages of lightly brown journals
Looking for clues and kernels
To be met with humanity as the yellow orange masterpiece of the sun as it rises

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