“In America they slaughtered a temple of Sikhs because they thought
them us. Here we all become towelheads, amorphous fears praying
to a brown god. Others that become others that look like others.
They don’t know our history, it’s locked doors & heavy whispers.”

This was a shocking, poignant poetry collection written by a young woman who is using current events (particularly 45’s ignorance), her childhood and family stories from the Partition in India/Pakistan to detail stark realities of what it’s like to have a country one day and be perceived as dirt or the enemy the next. It’s brevity lends to its strength and I highly recommend picking this up over the summer. 🙌🏻

*Thanks to Net Galley for the ARC*