It may appear that we’re all clear But one more straw could tear the veneer. Between her tears, she reveals her fears - “Am I destined to suffer because you’re my daughter? Why can’t you listen? Are all my efforts in vain?” Why do you glare at me with unshed tears? Is your ego wrapped up in this veneer? Anger in my veins, I reveal my pain – “How the hell is you trying enough? When you tell me that I’m not enough?” I want to reach out and clear the air, But I’ve come to rely on our veneer. Amma, it hurts me to tell you That you gave up dreams, But you didn’t need to. All I need is for you to see me, Tear through the veneer of society. We look at each-other with a new fear, Can we go back to the veneer? Amma, what you built to survive, I must hack down to thrive. This is the chasm that tears us apart, That wedges splinters in your heart. As I tear down each layer, your eyes widen in fear. As the space between us widens, The place I hold you heightens. When I look at you across this rift, this culture shift, continental drift, I know nothing’s more powerful than a mother’s gift. But it’s my turn to gift generations next. -Samirah Shri
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About MeMy name is Samirah Shri. I write poetry especially for "bad" Asian daughters, but also for anyone who feels rejected within their communities. My poems guide you along my personal journey of rejection, healing, and ultimately re-connection. |