My Story
Dear curious stranger,
You wanted to know who I was, where I came from, and what my story is.
My story is written in my hands,
Beautiful patterns of henna sprawled across a rough canvas,
Dark red swirls mesmerize my soul
Reaching out to help another
My story is written in my skin,
Tan and bronze, like my forefathers’,
Muted in revealing my character, yet
Standing for diverse voices yearning to be heard
My story is written in my eyes
As dark and deep as the very earth
Brimming with tears of sheer joy
Looking up to clear skies ahead
My story is written in my smile
Sparkling like champagne,
Fervent yet soothing
A beacon of hope for sunken hearts
My story is written in my hair
Cascading curls down my back
Smooth and glistening
Untangling the thorny problems of the world
My story is written in me
Engraved on my soul,
Mundane, yet aspiring
To shape the road ahead
My story is written in me
Yours truly,
Spoorthi Vittaladevuni