every day i wake up and realize that i am, "struggling, fighting, winning and losing, changing but not fast enough, and looking for glimpses of glory and love wherever i can find them. i am living n crashing into every hard, sad, good and beautiful things in my path" and i am alive and blessed.
i have described myself as:
"a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world."
"not the perfect weight, not the perfect size, don't always have perfect sight..."
"i have
hated
waited
aided and abetted
that i have
taken
awakened
found myself
breaking
that i have spoken
a token
indian girl in a generation
of passion
irrational
disaster
and that i am
belated
ill-fated
sometimes
irate"
you may know me