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Welcome to my world

of brown skin and black hair
where curries flow
with a spicy flare
the smells linger
the tastes are divine...

"Hey you, Paki, you smell like stinkin' curry"
So I stink like curry...better than stinking like meat and potatoes...

Meat...so dull...either too dry...or too raw
Potatoes...so...white...so...white

Curry...a nice red,
orange,
yellow,
brown...

Texture...fluid,
smooth,
creamy...

The air fills with its sweet spicy aroma
tantalizing your taste buds...
teasing your imagination...

If only we could live peacefully in a world
among so many colours
where curries flow
with a spicy flare
the smells linger
the tastes are divine...

by Meharoona Ghani


Fears

The darkness of darkness,
the gloom of doom,
The hateful glare,
that chills you to the bone,
You hear a knock outside your door,
and stop to wonder what it is like
to be surrounded by fiery torches
and experience absolute terror
only because you are different.

by Liz Mutanda

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