pop’s culture
By: Anya Nehra
Oakton High School
Grade: 10
Fairfax County, VA
i: manifest destiny Grandpa: Dad: Son: i am raised in the soil i am raised in your smelly arms i am raised by misfits sharp smells of fertility surround me but i am consumed by the pungent odor of missing out Vegetation and the turmeric of my ancestors. wafts through the air, filling my essence with your coveted spices i am only temporary in my village and the warmth of european images blind me from you. the scheme of scent is subdued because i am too indian you cannot compare i live in between worlds where melanin precedes monologue i feel the aromatic apotheosis where i become divine and in Jaipur, they all stink, no matter where i go India reeks. ii: interlude amidst all the american dreams you lie, still as ever ephemeral beauty fleeting whispering sweet melodies quieter, quieter, echoing through my head now then gone. does the trinity save you or are you on your own? does history delude you? with the spirits of the future, i pray to transport your transitory soul to Nirvana up there, do you miss our sweetheart? do you miss how she coaxed your sweet heart? be met with no divine indifference may all your problems be heard may your skin be coated with shades of columbian sunsets and indian sunrises fragmented, dispersed throughout the world stories etched onto pages, appraised by the saints .saints who spilled milk on your head and tore off your flesh, revealing white-hot temper below i pray the pages of their belief, their purpose, metamorphose into what it claims iii: finale [“Hard times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, and weak men create hard times.” -G. Michael Hopf]