Severed Heads


They call me

Presumptuous
Acting like people’s skin colour doesn’t matter
liKe I’m good enough when I’ll always be
Inferior

They do not see me for who I am

I am no

Paki

I am

Indomitable
Never to be conquered
Desi
In spite of
All I have faced And
No cruel words can take that away

I am Indian

But they are blind

They are severed heads rolling across wind-swept sands.

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