a. This is not a poem,
This is the photographic negative of your dead parents wondering why they are not billionaires.

b. This is not a poem,
This is the vignette of your mother wondering how Aklima speaks English, while she wonders why none of the boys swoon, “Babe, a drink?”

c. This is not a poem,
This is the Anglo-Saxon nickname entering a screening of “Searching for Sugar Man”

d. This is not a poem,
This is you believing that your vicarious portrait of a slave has any existence.

e. This is not a poem,
This is you believing you are not gnashing masala with mortar and pestle.

f. This is not a poem,
This is you having the attention span of 9gag.

g. This is not a poem,
This is you believing that a business magnate cares about transsexuals and rickshaw wallah daughters.

h. This is not a poem.
This is the atomization of your heart and its rebellions.

i. This is not a poem, i would say this is you, but i have lied too much already.

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