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Slums of Sanity

Her eyes were fixated towards the front porch where the coconut tree stood tall on its grass,
Her hands grinding the turmeric cloves; the smell sifting through the walls
I skip along in my uniform and braids
One long stride and it was their bed, another and it was mine.

Slums of Sanity

Her eyes were fixated towards the front porch where the coconut tree stood tall on its grass,
Her hands grinding the turmeric cloves; the smell sifting through the walls
I skip along in my uniform and braids
One long stride and it was their bed, another and it was mine.

Malini Dawda, 23

Seattle / Mumbai, India

 
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