Crossroads by Nina Pursai (17, California)

I live a lasting life that’s split in two.
When queried if my birth was far away,
I doubt if my identity is true. 

We visited midwestern lakes so blue 
In route to India for summer stay;
I live a lasting life that’s split in two. ​

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For Mom, tomato soup with toast will do
While Dad prepares samosas everyday.
I doubt if my identity is true. 

Some say, We know traditions more than you! 
As I can’t use Hindi they speak and pray.
I live a lasting life that’s split in two.

Though insecurities emerge anew,
I feel my struggle waning in the gray, 
Less doubt, if my identity is true.
 
This hour, I choose to bid my strife adieu,
Begin to live in calmness either way:
I'll live a lasting life, not split in two,
Certain my identity is true. 

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