Genre: Poetry
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I Am the Daughter My Mom Made a Better Person
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With happiness and sadness, I’m the contentment / I am the daughter my mom raised not to be perfect, but…
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Imposter Syndrome
the shell finally comes around to you / sweet sage breathing against your face / the smoke infects your lungs…
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Praying Mantis
i look up to the praying mantis / hands clasped, towering over me / a shining symbol of eternal love…
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Seventeen, Almost Gone
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No one warns you about the last time you get to be a kid. / There’s no announcement, / no…
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where we come from
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you love to say, “what can we expect from my brothers? look at where we come from” / as if…
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Kintsugi
He had fourteen hours of flight / to learn how to color in the lines. / He stepped off the…
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Reflections from a Rooftop in Chennai, Summer 2025
Those nights I spent up on the rooftop terrace— / I would stop at the edge, but never lean over…
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young girl explores tidepools, picks up crabs sideways so they don’t pinch
a poem is not something you can pick at with fork tines / my mother is the ability to float…
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Layers of Life
First layer of moss—curiously / folds itself over a rock, / unsure whether this is really what it’s supposed to…
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Blacked Out Dots
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I sat up straight in the bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to think. / My father didn’t come home
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The Drain
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Two days of dirty dishes on the counter. Hard oatmeal / and crusty egg yolk. I’m down to my last…
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Foreboding, an Undeniable Trepidation
The heavy beat in my chest, blood rushing rapidly to my brain / Fondly, my knees keep my torso from…
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All the Good Is in the Past
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I can’t sleep / I can only think of how badly / I want to be well rested / the…
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Peace and Growth
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I lost my language, / Due to patrol with control. / It left me feeling alone, / And out of…
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It’s Just Screams
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Nothing is as it seems / The eyes of a shifting mound / Luring you to stay / I follow…
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Plane Air Film
Like one of those videos, everything was grey & / hard to digest. The highways quick to bleed into sky;…
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Three Poems
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Planetary paths are order / The preservation is in the eternal snow / The jewels forming the IPC / Erudition…
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Dreamer
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It was her favourite record. It was my favourite record to hear her sing along to. Her voice so angelic…
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The Noose was Stained with Rose Petals
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There are red roses in my hair / I have hung a noose in the room. / There is a…
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Alone
I sat there, alone, dead. / I sat there next to my body. / I sat there next to a…
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Laughing Matters
When he told me about it, / I don’t know what shook me more: / The message or the lol…
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Three Poems
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In our world, / plants throughout the world everywhere / Snow bombarding the grass / making it shine with the…
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Girlhood
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Girlhood is crying over a boy and shaming yourself for being so weak. You know that he will grow into…
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MAN OR BEAR
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I was asked, / “Man or Bear?” / Obviously, Man. / Bear would / maul you, / kill you, /…
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A blue horizon overcasts us as we are drifting on the northern trail tundras of the blue north, my friend…
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The end of a world (that once belonged to me)
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“We’ve reached the end of the world,” / You lied. / “We have.” / On the edge of concrete. /…
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City of Neon
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I breathe in the metallic scent of blood and say my farewell to the city that raised me. Once, she…
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Habits
I noticed your calloused fingers tainted with years of dirt and filth. It’s often I catch myself staring at your…
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whole, unbroken
Across the water of my native river, there lives a tower. WHOLE, UNBROKEN (insistent on life and living and on…
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Black Body, Nobody
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Black body, nobody—bell hooks calls me spectacle,the othered body, visible yet unseen.society marks me as absence,erases me in the gaze…
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A Tribute to My Strength
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I remember a time when I felt powerless, A feeling that clung to me like an old shadow, but this…
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My Grandmother’s Name was Latha
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As a child, I plucked seashells From the shores of Colombo’s beaches And stuffed them in heart-shaped boxes ’Til they…