Poem

I hold my roots
While I shed my leaves.
I try to keep my face in place.

But sometimes it goes,
And my true colour shows.
At home I am foreign
In school I am foreign.

What is there, is what I see
I can only be…me!

Nadani Chandramohan



First and second generation immigrants
A poem by Nadami Chamdramoher

-two cultures= people from two countries are
“between the chairs”->don’t feel at home in one country
-consider themselves as foreigners-> they are considered as foreigners
-she =tree
-the roots (parent’s home Country) are indispensible for the tree’s life
-leavers= visible, can feel down, change their colour
-she says that although she fries to keep up her image(adapt to the British way of life) sometimes her “true colour shows-> so people only rarely recognize her for who she really is ->she tries too conceal her cultural identity /her ethnicity(colour)
-she can neither identify with her schoolmates no with her family
->she feels foreign and pretends to be somebody she is not (she has two different personas)

-> her massage
She wants to be accepted and free. She demands freedom the conflicting pressures she is exposed to and wants to be herself.