Cultural Inequity

My face, a symbol of the joy my heart feels: hers a nondescript stare alluding to a life of solvent despair.

My home, a secure place emanating assurance: hers a space occupied by tattered uncertainty and danger. 

My life, a collection of opportune experiences: hers an embarrassing accumulation of events.

My memories, decorated with familial love: hers sheltered by unacquainted disappointment.

Cultural Birth is an inequity of circumstances.