by Divpreet Kaur
Save Punjab
It says on the outline right above my heart
the revolution in my DNA
that needs to bleed out
contaminate
the cocoon of safe ignorance
so many around me aimlessly walk in
it is an itch
under my skin
my chest holding the weight of Punjab’s map
the fabric of the fading ink of the
aab
aabru
of my motherland
–
someone once told me. it takes a 100 years. for a colored. migrant. community. to tell its story. in the opportune world of the western hemisphere.
–
I am impatient
It has been more than a 100 years
Oh yes we’re speaking up
Standing up
But I want the expressions. of those who hear. about the plight of my people. to be akin to outraged. not surprised or skeptical.
“Oh really?”
Yes, really!
We have bled
Indira’s hands are red
Modi is a vampire in waiting
Badal is a leech
Betrayal is to us what heart disease is to you
The largest cause of death
I feel the need to use every single one of my breaths
Until the air is thick with the history of my people
the history so many of us share
I feel the need to leave claw marks on the very fabric of ignorance
I feel the need to bind the worlds together with the shreds of my skin
I want you to feel it too
Source: http://bloodbreathwords.tumblr.com/post/81312228820/feel-punjab
