Second-class citizen

Wednesday, September 12, 2018 - 5:24pm


Sadhana Ramaseshadri/Daily

Second-class citizens

We cut and cut

And cut

Pieces of our dirty red flesh off

Sawing off the parts they don’t like —


Becoming enigmas

To ourselves

But familiar friends to them

We toil and toil,

Slowly chipping away at that

Frozen melting pot,

Only to find out

It was a salad bowl all along

And were meant to be