I am from a country of more than a billion people
From Indian and Pakistani roots
I am from a place of many hands and caregivers but no one to call Mom and Dad
I am from spices, colorful saris, traditions focused on light
From zesty smells of turmeric, ginger, and cardamom
I am from a woman who claimed me and loves me, yet I don’t get to be near
I am from many miles and plane rides away
From a land of poverty, thirst, hunger, and people who are without homes
I am from an orphanage with many Didi’s and a faithful couple, Mohinder and Achala
I am from a caste system that still hauntingly exists today
From erasure and genocide
I am from a small, sports-centered town in Wisconsin, where everyone knew everyone
From a family, school, and town that didn’t mirror me
I am from a place where brown skin wasn’t valued or affirmed but rather mocked and devalued
I am from a family that celebrated traditional holidays, ate midwest casseroles, and gardened
From a family system that was oppressed by shame, contempt, and darkness
I am from a home that was quiet and isolated
I am from a street with more than seventy kids who played all day in the sun
From a childhood of curiosity and never-ending wondering and questions
I am from a lineage where college wasn’t an option or possibility
I am from a fierce and lovely people group whose resilience exists within my blood and bones
From defiant hope and life that can not be destroyed
I am from a life centered around adventures and taking risks
From a new beginning, a new name, a new story
I am a stranger no more

