(Poem 254 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Jenni married an Indian man,
painted her white skin brown,
and adopted a Hindi accent.
She wore a simple cotton sari
as though it was a ball gown
and dispensed sage advice
with smooth tilts of the head,
as though born in Mumbai.
@Home Studio – 254th poem of the year (After a dream I had about a white friend of mine completely appropriating Indian culture.)
Runner ups for the Indian Jenni photos to accompany my poem:
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