FREE VERSE Poem: A Sense of Culture, by Anshul Sankaran

Turmeric is the aroma I smelt from the kitchen, my am’ma calling me to the table for dinner
Telugu and Tamil are the languages I hear from family, tongues I did not understand
Silk is the fabric I felt from my kurta, a garb a boy from Maryland felt out of place in
Chai is jolt I taste in the morning, a drink I once found off putting now one of my favorites
A man with skin of chocolate and eyes of almonds is what I see in the mirror,
A man now proud of his culture

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