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COCONUT

2/5/2019

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They tell me that I am a coconut.
Brown on the outside.
White on the inside. 

The roots of my palm
tree are ingrained across the 
span of the planet Earth.

​The leaves that shade me
would shade you all too if you let them.
My mother's love; my father's strength.

So why am I a foreigner to all?
To my own people; my shell.
To the white culture that raised me; my meat.

If I am a coconut
how is it that no one wants me
to grow in their home?

They tell me, "You aren't one of us."
You are an American.
But how can that be if I lived there longer than I ever lived here?

They yell at me, "Make America Great Again"
But wouldn't it be more great
with more coconuts around?

They celebrate "Punish a Muslim Day"
But don't they know I punished myself enough
everyday of my youth, while wishing I was 

a lychee, an apple, a potato even,
but not a coconut. Never a coconut.
Because being a coconut meant

remembering that I would never completely
belong. Not here. Not there.
Not anywhere.

But they can't break me.
No, not this coconut.
I've continued to grow, and ingrained my roots

in all, while fruiting and flourishing
And learning to belong ​within
the palm tree I call myself.
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    My name is Ayesha,
    and I am a Desi TCK.
    ​I have lived in eleven cities across five countries and three continents (so far!). Please see the "About Me" page for more information. Thanks for visiting and reading my diary! ​

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