De Souza Prabhu
De Souza Prabhu No, I'm not going to delve deep down and discover I'm really de Souza Prabhu even if Prabhu was no fool and got the best of both worlds. (Catholic Brahmin!~ I can hear his fat chuckle still.) No matter that my name is Greek my surname Portuguese my language alien. There are ways of belonging. I belong with the lame ducks. I heard it said my parents wanted a boy. I've done my best to qualify. I hid the bloodstains on my clothes and let my breasts sag. Words the weapon to crucify.
De Souza Prabhu No, I am not going to explore deeply to find out that I am truly de Souza Prabhu even if Prabhu was wise and enjoyed the best of both worlds. (Catholic Brahmin! I can still hear his loud laugh.) It doesn't matter that my first name is Greek my last name is Portuguese my language feels foreign. There are ways to feel like you belong. I fit in with the outcasts. I heard people say my parents wished for a son. I have tried hard to fit in. I concealed the stains of blood on my garments and allowed my breasts to droop. Words are the tools to harm.