oh precious flower, we marvel at how you uprooted yourself in pursuit of a healthier home, not only did you sow your seeds in foreign soil, you defied the seasons to tend to their every need till they flourished into the blossoms we regard today. your discomfort is now their triumph. their victory reigns as a testament to your sacrifice.
A daughter of Punjabi immigrants, my triumph is testament to my grandmother who came to this country and raised a family. This is a testament to my mother who navigated a system unknown to provide me the foundation I stand on today. This is a testament to a sister who stood in as a mother on nights our mother was working away. This is to the women who made me who I am today. Happy National Woman's Month, may we respect the women in our life who contribute to our society and upbringing.
I imagine you at my age Younger, stronger and ambitious You literally cracked your spine Once healed, cracked again by soil foreign That bore you no fruit But fruit were born from the womb Of the love of your life
I imagine you had it all But poverty was placed between your eyes Tried to go back home Catch the dream you once had Build a home your children could inherit But all they wanted, was to snuggle in your strength Listen to a strong heartbeat Reading them nursery rhymes
Tears begin to flood my vision When I realise, your life Is mirror to my own I inherited recycled dreams and hope From a land that bore me no fruit When all I wanted, was to inherit extra time with you Snuggle in your strength And listen to lullabies
-- There are so many words to describe me, none of them is B.A.M.E. I've got a foreign name, exotic. Try to read it before you modify it.
How long have I lived in the UK because my English is so good, where did I learn it? My accent is American, it's confusing. or my accent is too Filipino, quite embarrassing. How can we come from so far and be so fluent-- so bizzarre.
My rice cooker is an enigma, more so the amount of rice I eat, huh? My spoon and fork don't make any sense to you But your table knife achieves nothing for me, too.
Why do we dye our perfect black hair? why do we want our skin to be fair-- why don't we just embrace our God-given tan? Your president seems like a smart man Fighting your country's drug war like no one else can Lastly, "are you a Manny Pacquiao fan?"
It's quite difficult to be a P.O.C. in a world that doesn't understand our P.O.V. Why we've immigrated and not always assimilated Why we've flown thousand of miles away from home Only to stick with our own but sometimes there is just some comfort in not having to explain the way we are or who we are and why we are the persons we are without having to feel subpar.
I salute all the parents who sacrificed everything to ensure a better life for their kids. I feel for the kids that are constantly told they do not belong. I celebrate the courage of the families who sought a new beginning. I stand behind the immigrants, and the refugees. Behind those who were brave enough to make a choice and those who did not have one. I stand by the kids who fight for a better future; Those who claim a country that refuses to recognize them; Those who are told to go back to a place they do not know. I stand by those condemned for wanting to be alive. I stand by those who dared to dream.