immigrant.

i asked my mother,
what is our story

i only ever had pieces
of identity to salvage
sentence fragments-
of too many words to fit on one page
of detachment
and diaspora
displacement due to disruption
disruption due to displacement
of first generation
and second generation
of immigrant
parched lips begging for belonging
for a home to come home to-

dukhtaram, she said.

it is mine to tell you
it is yours to complete.

– m.h.                                                                                                                                               more poetry

untitled

the most
important feature
of a man
is how he would
raise
your daughter

– m.h.                                                                                                                                              more poetry