A Sikh, Punjabi, human being.
A writer, dreamer, still human.
~There's more to me than what you see.
When I feel empty and uncertain,
your ink fills me up with words
and puts my humanity on display.
You can’t ride a bicycle through a flood. Think with your body.
Ink plastered over my body,
fist and stance.
Death over dishonor,
but not quite society’s cup of tea.
My soul has gained weight.
Our bodies are not shameful.
You’ve stripped me of my clothes.
I’m too open,
too ready to bleed.