If I sit to still I become numb
but if I move, I fall
Im stuck in a liminal space
an eternal liminal space
I dont know what comes next
Or if even there is a next
Its as though I'm in a waiting room doctor
A waiting room where the doctor will never shop up
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC
Sometimes I wear huge sweaters like my Amama (grandma)
The mix of itchy wool and polyester wraps around me
Her presence engulfs me as I sit on our rickety front porch
Sipping her famous masala chai, I reminisce
The flavors of the sweet cardamom and zesty ginger take me back to a place I’ve only been in my head
In this place, I try to imagine what her life would have been
What battle scars she has been forced to carry
Why is strength always portrayed in destruction?
The weight of the sun must be heavy
But yet, every day, twice a day, God is able to carry its weight
Does that not take strength? Does that not take munificence?
I have learned strength is not only what you did but why you tried
This is why silence has become my new mother tongue
There is strength is silence
There is strength in vulnerability
I fight fear when my hair is being braided and oiled in the laps of women
Women who have fought fear to survive
Fear I won’t ever have to experience because of their strength
I think of my Amama, cooking in the tiresome kitchen
Melted ghee making golden sizzling lakes
Her callused hands working a million miles a minute
What made her who she is?
Who forced her to grow up?
Was is the fact she had to walk hours in the blistering sun to get a single bucket of water for her family?
Or maybe it was the fact she taught to hate her rich brown skin because of colonizing British beauty that caged her mind and spirit
Behind her hard exterior there is mountains of pain
Pain she could never show
Pain she feels because the proclamation of being a woman was stolen from her
When she tells me these stories, I hear the throbbing dejection echo from her voice
But I admire her for it
Not only because she went through it, but because she lived to tell it
She is my only definition of valimai
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 5:16 PM UTC