A new poem from Auckland poet Fardowsa Mohamed.
I burned the bariis on the bottom of the pot
my mother shakes her head, and we joke
that I am a failed girl
At lunchtime the next day
I don’t remove the lid fully
but they still said I smell
burnt and brown.
The Friday Poem is edited by Chris Tse. Submissions are currently closed and will open again in early 2021.
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