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Who Am I?
Who am I?
Am I Californian or Indian?
I'm from California, but I also come from Indian descent.
When I choose one over the other, it feels I'm downplaying how important the other is to me.
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The Power Within Us
The Power Within Us
A new year had come. No big fireworks, no bright laughter, not even a small piece of cake: an odd new year.
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Nighttime
Nightime:
By: Shivali H. Patra, California
My eyes drooping.
The night sky, black as paint.
The nocturnal still venture out in
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Nighttime
Nighttime:
My eyes drooping.
The night sky, black as paint.
The nocturnal still venture out in
these ungodly hours.
Loves
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Reality
I write too much of things that aren't real. The imagined fear and pain of living a life I haven't got.
This life I have, this life is real, and I am on the precipice of demise.
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The Sun:
The golden, bright, vibrant sun,shines throughout the day.
It shines brightly on the first day of school.
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Trick-or-Treat
When I was little, my brother and I would dress up and go Trick-or-Treating.
I would change my costume a hundred times because I couldn't pick one.
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Quilted
She looks like her mother
but takes after her father
in speed of temper and wit
she has eyes like her father
but takes after her mother
in grace and denial of pain.
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The Old Bench
She runs down the path to the lake by her old school.
Every day she comes there, for one reason.
To see something.
A bench...it stands by the lake.
Serene and frail.
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him
I did not fall in love with his face
I fell in love with his words
the way he smiled
the way he cared
the way he knew exactly how I was feeling before I said a word