Epiphany Year End Issue 2017 | Page 17

16 I WOULD CAMILLA DASS I would rip skin off my muscles, bear the burning of my exposed flesh, for skin is not mud. I would cut off my tongue, feed it through a grinder, so it may never curl around your bkhHp 1 I would extract my blood with a straw and put it through a filter, to sieve the lumps from my ancestry. I would grate off my tastebuds, in the hope that they grow back relearned. Obliterate the burn of masala. I would reject my roots again and again, because no, I am not proud. They tainted my pride with stereotypes. I would never admit to who I really was. They wouldn’t want me if I did. 1 bkhHp means ‘language’ in Tamil.