“Us Children of the Diaspora” by Ariana Munsamy

Us children of the diasporaMy skin is the same colour
as the ocean bed.
It is tired and warm.
It is lively and cold.
It is the bottom of a ship
scraping against the
nape of my neck.
My skin does not belong
we used to eat pickled dreams.
My skin belongs here
on the ocean bed.
It belongs there
in the tired and cold.
It belongs there
in the lively and warm.
In truth,
my skin does not belong
it survives.

Ariana Munsamy is an undergraduate student of Gender Studies and Anthropology at the University of Cape Town. She has a passion for intersectional feminism, trying to be vegan, and pretending to have everything together.

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