A Chinese Singaporean
Working and living in India
Studying in the United States
Wearing a kurta that sticks to my sweaty skin.
I think in English
Spell like the British
Speak like an American, a Singaporean, and (right now) an Indian.
I stare at my olive skin, my jet-black hair, my small almond eyes,
Think of the people I left, will return to, and will leave again.
Wonder what I will do when I "grow up", wonder what that means;
Wonder when growing up ends.
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