Three poems from Prerna Bakshi’s Burnt rotis, with love explore colonialism, identity, the personal, and the political. This taste of her work will leave you longing for more.
Two poems for your weekend
The Miss America pageant may be a bizarre and largely outdated cultural ritual, but it still occupies an iconographic status in a nation obsessed with appearances and the objectification. Even young girls are swept up in pageant culture, as the reality television series Toddlers and Tiaras illustrates, and for older girls and women, the stakes …
This was an election about the economy, but not in the sense that many seemed to think. This was an election about austerity.
All you need are words.
Words are all you need.
Even the American President is not God,
Says the priest on the other end of the line.
for Aiyana Jones, for Abeer Qassim
for little girls everywhere who don’t know
Paws on my back, teeth in my neck.
Never, there were never, dragons.
You don’t want to start any new chapters now