bangladesh, identity

home-y skies

the thing about returning home is that everything remained but you have changed the feelings you crave are a mere reminder that time has passed and people you left are memories as i get older i realize i have many homes: i saw home in my sister’s eyes felt home in my friend’s arms smelled… Continue reading home-y skies

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bangladesh, identity, immigrant experience

for your 241st birthday-

it has been an interesting year being American or rather contemplating "what am I?" [because I've mentioned before, "I'm from New York" never sufficed] too foreign for my mother-land too "FOB*" to be from here so what I am was lost somewhere between land, water, and the sky I am a woman I am an… Continue reading for your 241st birthday-

immigrant experience

she is~

from a land where genocide was not recognized from a tongue that could never be translated from the womb with a heart of gold from his word that she would be even more successful ...than a son from the amnesty of a special agricultural worker from a soul of remittances work to live by-the-day from… Continue reading she is~

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not invisible

“never trust anyone who says they do not see color. this means to them, you are invisible.” ― Nayyirah Waheed Have you ever thought of (or experienced).... being harassed by a male supervisor but not having enough agency to stand up for yourself when a stranger winks and follows you asking "Hey...Habla en Espanol?" -… Continue reading not invisible