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Indian Magic
Brown, beautiful, bold
Pretty, precious, perfect
Creamy and rich
Brown
The glittering jewels of a saree
Hard and cold
Bright and sparkling
Dancing through the evening sky
Brown
Spicy masalas bounce
Through thousands of tongues
Covering the vastness
Of what fuels me
Electrifying me
Brown
Sparkling explosions of light
Fills a sorrowful void
Brightness, a tsunami of gratitude
Brown
Love engulfing the velvet night
Scattering the air
With beautiful diamonds
Joyfully singing
Brown
World wide emotions
Covey
A deep connection
Bringing a prayer to happiness
Brown
Luscious hair
Flowing like Rapunzel
Slicked back with the comforting smell
Of coconut
Brown
Sweet, sticky mango
Dripping down millions of little kid’s fingers
Giggles erupting from their playful souls
Brown
Sweet and milky mithai
“Mhmmm”
The sound of content
My parents paved the way
Shadows of their past
Guiding me through a whirlwind
Of confusion
Showing me who I am
In all of my glory
In all of the beads, flavors
And life attached
Red swaying silk
Glowing on beautiful skin
Tidbits of culture
Comes to my life
Everyday
Indian accents from my dad
I laugh
Bollywood moves from my mom
Windless souls singing to the night sky
I join her
Because my parents show me
Who I am
And who I am is
Beautiful and sweet
Rich with culture
Indian.

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My name is Uma, and I'm 13 and in 8th grade. This poem captures my identity and who I am in a few stanzas. I wrote it in a poetry unit in my English class at school. I have always loved poetry because expressing how I feel into a metaphorical way feels very freeing and fun. Poetry is my passion and hobby. I have been writing ever since I was little. I wanted to show in a beautiful and metaphorical way what it meant to me to be Indian, so I decided to write a poem about it. I hope you enjoy it!
-Uma