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Home is where your heart is. Who doesn’t know this saying? What if your home, the country you live in, is a place where social problems exist and people are facing difficulties fighting discrimination on daily basis? Tasleen Akal wrote a poem ("Home") about this.

Home is where your heart is. Who doesn’t know this saying? What if your home, the country you live in, is a place where social problems exist and people are facing difficulties fighting discrimination on daily basis? Tasleen Akal wrote a poem (Home) about this.

About Tasleen

Tasleen is a PhD student in Nutritional Biochemistry and started writing when she was in high school. For her, it is a way to express herself and talk about those things that normally left unspoken. This poetess has the heart in the right place because her writing touches those important subjects. When you take a look at her poetry collection on Instagram, you see that this is someone who is socially involved and has committed her heart to poetry.

About Home

In her poem Home is not just the place where you live on daily basis. Consider Tasleen’s home the country you live in. Even though she writes about her own country, this can be about any country. Unfortunately, we see a lot of countries struggling with important social problems that are related to discrimination and racism. We wrote about this a lot, in previous articles, and cannot state this enough: there are big issues when it comes to immigration.

Tasleen was unfortunate enough to experience behaviour that is so despicable. That is what it is, despicable behaviour… maybe that is just an understatement.

She has one important message for all of us:

“I wrote this to illustrate the fact that we are all equal and we must love one another. We all belong together.”

Home

Home

 

To the man who refused
to help my dad
because he wears a turban
because he is a Sikh
because he looked
‘threatening’.
Fuck you.
This beautiful country you call
United States of America
runs on immigrants.
Its identity is its immigrants.
You are nothing
without its immigrants.
The last time I checked,
your hands were too
delicate
to pour coffee,
fill a car with gasoline,
or too fragile to mow
the damn lawn.
Then came people like
my father,
whose hands once spent
day and night,
studying theory,
designing, innovating,
engineering.
Whose hands now make sure
you can make it to work on time.
Whose hands now make sure
you can pick up Tylenol for
your baby
crying in pain from a fever.
Whose hands made sure
I could
dare
to live the life you were so
easily handed.

To the man who told me,
to know my place in society.
That I am equivalent
to his foot.
I can only pray for what ‘ll happen
the day someone decides
to chop it off.

To the man who believes in a
White America.
There are two other colors on
our flag.
Red-the color that knows no boundaries.
As it runs throughout my body
and yours.
Blue-the color that runs above
this very land we share.
Carrying April showers,
pouring over graves.
Impartial.

To the man who told me
to pack my bags
and go home.

I am home.

Tasleen Akal

 

All we can say to this magnificent poem: let this not only be a lesson, but an inspiration to write and stand up to inequality. When you’re done, we love to read your work! Send us your poem using this link.

Title
Home
Article Name
Home
Summary
A strong poem about racism and inequality written by Tasleen Akal
Author
Publisher Name
The Ministry of Poetic Affairs

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