Niki David


brown girl sweat runs in my blood amla stained bathroom sinks, floor-length acrylics, and Sunday morning pooja this civil liberty was never hereditary my proclamation of womanhood was stolen before I could speak my hair oiled, and my skin bleached …

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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 …

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