Leave your immigrant story expectations at the door
cuz these Indian women didn’t get invited
to the typical immigrant problem candy store.
We got left outside, indicted
with being women. Silenced. Abused.
Not afforded the luxury of a functioning family or hard work turning into wealth and status
but escaping the unspeakable misfortune of many in the motherland who are sometimes reproved.
My mother and I are on this middle stratus.
And these kinds of Gujju stories need authentic representation
in YA fiction
not just pretty depictions
based on Western diction.
This is my jurisdiction.