Michigan in Color

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“Paris, Je t’aime.” 

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সুবর্ণা; the color of gold. In Bengali, my mother tongue, pronounced: shoo-born-ah. The name given to me by my parents, recent immigrants to the Western Hemisphere, lovingly gazing down at their firstborn child in this new world.

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My tears flow like yours

As does my blood when you cut me

Tearing the color off my skin

Slicing the culture off my clothes

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When I was five years old, I found myself on a muddy, cold football field. I was in kindergarten playing flag football in Saginaw, Michigan. I was the only girl.

University student

Last January, a professor from Duke University sent emails to h

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Styles, narratives, culture, music. This is SAMPLR magazine, snippets of content in different creative realms that showcase the beauty of Asians. We strive to cultivate a creative space that best represent individuals in the pan-Asian community and their intersectional identities.

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I have not raised my hand all class. I know what to say; I have something worthwhile to share … I want everyone to hear what I have to say. I say to myself:

“Michaela, you can do it. Raise your hand. You’ve done this before.”

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Every day is a battle

for a war

with no known cause

 

We arm the trenches,

rifles in hand,

Graduation caps in the air at 2019 University commencement

Hello class of 2019

I come here today to not only speak about my story but to speak on our journey together and validate it.

Although each of our journeys have been different, we all fought with the same resiliency.