literature in global context

a critical analysis of any 2 of the following work

I am from clothespins,

from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.

I am from dirt under the back porch . . .

Im from the know-it-alls

and the pass-it-ons,

from Perk up! and Pipe down!

Im from He restoreth my soul

with a cottonball lamb

and ten verses I can say myself.

George Ella

A POEM BY

I am Hajara Eve Muzammal.

First generation, Pakistani American, and female.

My Pakistani dad called me for dinner in his thick accent.

I rush downstairs and begin eating Daal and Roti with him.

As we eat, we watch the 2021 election.

Biden vs Trump.

Biden’s vote goes higher, OUR BUSINESS!, my dad blurted out.

I am distraught.

How can my dad be so selfish about his business rather than human issues?

Women’s rights, racism, etc.

Does that mean nothing to him?

Is he okay seeing his brown daughter suffering from sexism and racism?

As a white male, he has no worry in the world.

Male and white. Perfect!

I am ambitious.

I blurted back How can you be so self centered? My brown eyes are secured on him.

Stew trickling down on his chin.

The next 1800 seconds, we were at each other’s throat.

My mother comes in with her red sequin lehenga.

We stop and admire my mothers beauty.

Mother scolded me for disrespecting dad, love patriarchy.

I am disappointed.

I go back upstairs with one piece of roti.

I sit in solitude and start questioning my family.

Am I okay with this?

No.

I am a feminist.

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