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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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Loves
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A House Holds Memories
A house holds memories
One look over my shoulder, and they are gone
The house is so bright
So full of orange light
I have memories in that house
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slippery, sunlit silence
Once, we met.
My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,
and you
talked to me with wide blue eyes
and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.
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Two Homes, No Sanctuary
Two doors, both locked, neither mine.
Two names, one I gave up.
Two voices, both demanding I choose.
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Too Much, Too Soon
They call us the lost generation,
but how can we be lost when we see everything?
We inherited the ruins,
the sins of the past like notifications,
the echoes of greed carved into policy,
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Confession
When I think about tomorrow,
I see the calculus test I have not studied for
and the five overdue assignments with long-received
