Immigrant - Poem by Tabish Khair
It hurts to walk on new legs:
The curse of consonants, the wobble of vowels.
And you for whom I gave up a kingdom
Can never love that thing I was.
When you look into my past
Weeds and scales.
Once I had a voice.
Now I have legs.
Sometimes I wonder
Was it fair trade?
(Based on H. C. Andersen's ‘The Little Mermaid')
[From: Man of Glass]
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