Like the Bharat before breaking

Religions mix within these veins

But my land of birth was Britain

So the British can’t be blamed

And my face, my hair, my skin

Won’t betray from where I came

And you’ll say ‘that can’t be right?’

When you try to read my name 

And I cannot hate ‘the other’ 

For ‘the other’ is in me

If I let you build your walls

I would surely split in three

Though I stand on many margins 

I will not be marginalised 

My confusing soup of difference

Need not deem me ostracised

Every thread of my inheritance 

Weaves my diverse tapestry 

Light and dark, contrasting, vibrant

Behold, all of this, in me 

Ask me not where I might come from

Nor to where I might belong

Just know all the types of music

Were required for my song