Third world woman I am
in the third country
monolithic object I feel
deliberated in my Oxfam Levi jeans
not knowing to straighten my hair or bleach my skin

Dichotomy of my life
to fit in or misfit
how nice to be authentic
I am self-pronounced fake

How I hate the word ethnic or native what does it mean anyway
“Woman of native”
I have to ask my mirror image

Hello, Vogue, glamour glossy magazines

The culture of invasion
am I the invader or invaded

The abstract of life
with ever changing facets,
where am I and where I am going?