sometimes I feel split
like there are two of me
the one you wished I were, and maybe I wish too
the one I am, a mosaic of beliefs and words
learning to reconcile
wanting to please
never being fully me
afraid to be like you
the culture of my birth collides with the culture of now
and I cannot reason with either
balancing on a tight rope
falling every time
I fail to be me
I fail to be
I fail
all I am left with is “I”
and one day
that will be enough
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by N.K.S.

I am me. My history began in the depths of rural India, but my present is in the height of metropolitan Canada. I am a dichotomy of many things, but one thing is for sure: I am not one thing, and there is no restriction to who I am and who I am becoming. My name is NKS, Navjit Kaur Sidhu. I am proud of my citizenship as a Canadian female of colour, and I am also proud of my birth as a poor female child in India. These two worlds have shaped me, and I try to share my experiences with you here, in hopes my words can resonate with you.

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