|Articles - Literature: Queer & More|
|Written by Sheila|
|Thursday, 02 February 2006 00:00|
A monthly column by Sheila on being a minority of a minority and thoughts on being politically incorrect.
Many don’t like that I talk about this
Its there, can’t be ignored.
I am a sari wearing, spice eating brown woman. what’s wrong with that!!!!
I have been told I am too angry.
My lover’s mother told her, “Don’t care if you a queer just have a chinese gf!”
Doused in perfume by another whose mother say Indians smell bad.
Another tells me that I have to be a submissive little Indian wife.
Everywhere I hang out, I hang my indianess at the door.
Have you seen a sari-clad chick making out at a bar?
In the faceless internet. I am asked. What race are you?
WELL. I am just racy, in my sari clad chest-busting blouse kind of way.
I am tired of reaching out, tired of looking.
Is there not one woman that can feed me thosai?
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