Listen:
my father
speaks Urdu,
language
of dancing
peacocks,
rosewater
fountains-
even its
curses
are beautiful.
He speaks
Hindi,
suave
and melodic,
earthy Punjabi,
salty rich
as saag
paneer,
coastal
Swahili
laced with
Arabic.
He speaks
Gujurati,
solid
ancestral
pride.
Five languages,
five different worlds.
Yet English
shrinks
him
down
before
white
men.
-Shailja Patel from Migritude
Liberosis · 8 years ago
Wow
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