Vrajavala goundar a.k.a./dr. bobbi Anne white 17 June 2001

Why on the heels of sis’ early death
Does Auntie hurl curses over my head?
In her next-to the-last breath
Have I not bled?


Sis’ echoes seeking to condemn
From beyond the grave
Many such daggers have I impaled
Deeply wounded and survived


Oh, to bring me to the “fold”
To rebuke for being bold
Was I ? cold?
No, tired of being sold…


Outkast
Taken into the loving embrace
Of Krsna
As I Plummeted from dis-grace


Out of grace
With a family
Bent on defining God
As their household commodity


Hare Krsna Hare Krsna
Krsna Krsna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare