Monthly Archives: March 2012

Forbidden Identity

to my dearest father,

scraps of your drawings

haunt me tonight

the garb of a heroine

from a world of the future

Am I her?

I think I found my calling

on this Earth

I’m ready

let the drums beat

to the sound of my fierce steps

strutting through the tedious streets

with eyes of envy left in the dust

the unfortunate are leading the fortunate

the minority is now the superiority

let them pierce my body

until no flesh can be seen

for I will bleed for you


-my father came home from work one day and showed me a drawing he sketched of star war’s princess padma’s wardrobe. this stuck with me. the poem is deeper than it appears…basically be true to your identity…


Posted by on March 9, 2012 in Uncategorized