second generation

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i can hold my own in a conversation not in my language /
because i’ve learnt it, piecemeal, in response to demand /

but wait – it should have been my language all along, right /
and the fact that it isn’t /
is actually my fault /
and the fault of this (overly) free country i was born in /
and the fault of the experiences that just don’t seem to line up /

it’s amazing how wrong you can feel /
about your life that is supposedly so right /
and how you have to be a different person in each of your circles /
so that no one will know the many ways in which you don’t fit in /

it’s both maddening and heartbreaking to know /
that you’ll never be good enough /
for the people who supposedly resemble you the most /

trip to the mall

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why should the act of wrapping two polycarbonate (read: plastic) pens in a brown envelope
and securing them with care and a piece of red tape
when no wrappings were required

be viewed as a new-age-post-sale-customer-retention-luxury-value gimmick?

should we not stretch ourselves beyond the ordinary everyday
to make the seemingly mundane seem less so?

~

the bright signs and well-lit displays
I might previously have seen as being pointlessly materialistic are now
easily, breathtaking reminders of the beauty of human ingenuity.

~

we will stop at nothing.

the fact that we can do it,
is reason enough to perform an act

isn’t it?