Who am I?

Like the tall mountains in the sky, my legs stretch for miles
Like my beautiful melanin family, my smooth skin is gold.
Thinking of the gentle sounds of the waterfalls back home
The cars rush past furiously leaving behind the stench of motor oil.
The smell brings me sadness and reminds me of where I really am.
Smell of curry brings me back to mi grandmoda yaad,
I feel secure,
I live in a place where i don’t feel at home.
It’s hard being different in a place where the people are the same.
Soon I recognize everything
I see my beauty, my personality, my- myself

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