Look, Go ahead Look at Me.

My Poetry from my Senior year of High School in the US

Look, Look at Me

by Bhrigu Aneja

Look, go ahead, look at me

Black hair, brown eyes, tanned white

I’m not a perfect prototype for what I am

But, yes I am from the exotic east

The heat and the dust

And the burden of the beast

The smells, the spices

And the mystery

Of people trying, just trying to be

I speak four tongues

Oh! hell we all do.

And we find the space

To think in yours too

Like all of us, I’m cool and mean

I don’t use petrol or gasoline

I get around on prayers and peace

I don’t eat meat

Cause my mom would beat me down

If I touch the holy cow

It’s an odd situation

I realize that I’m foul with pounds

When my brothers

Are not even penny-wise

I’ve got my karmic flaws and all

And I accept as much, so easily

Today when I look back on the history

The empires went back, the British came

But we maintained our cool and let them be.

The day came when we got free

But till then you had already invented the technological heat

Luke skywalker grew and so did we

Now I know more than you think I do

And I don't want to be called "a weak"

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