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Hey Ma, I’m Your Son Always

Today I’ll tell you about Aarav Chopra. Why is he here now and not Ali Wadood? The answer is simply really, but I’ve lived a long story as Ali and I’m just closing the book on that part of it all.

My name is Aarav Chopra and I hold zero shame taking on my mother’s maiden name. Removing myself from the clenches of my past and finding peace in my true calling I feel home again.

My step dad cared for me as a child and for that I can not repay him. But, what am I to do as one who can’t even go the movies alone at the age he left. Let’s not dive into that too much. I’d rather give him the benefit of the doubt anyways. Maybe he had a better life to live and I hope he lives it to the fullest and, however he pleases. Here’s why I leave him now, I don’t wish a bad fortune on his name. I aim to no longer carry it. I choose to dump the skeleton left in me and become reborn as Aarav.

I may just reincarnate my living self in this life. Sending what I was away for the legacy in my mother’s maiden name. She is the sole purpose for me being here in this country. I’m a natural citizen of the United States of America. Extremely proud of it.

My lineage was to go away after us boys. My brother and I, the ones he changed. My uncle having only two daughters who are set for their true fate with love and new families. I control my fate and choose to more life with the Chopra name.

“What’s in a name? For which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Shakespeare said it then.

I’ve had it tattooed on me since I was 18. I knew then I could change and still be the man I am. Now I will hope to carry on the true immigrant journey. My mother is my rock and a she is a dual citizen in this world. Pretty bad ass Ma. Just know your son is keeping your name and we’re both here to leave a mark on this life.

I won’t let the family go. I won’t let the men who left us name me forever in a journey they’ll never bury me in. I’d rather honor the family name that brought me here in the first place.

Aarav Chopra

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Writhing in the Dark

Maybe it is best
left as a mystery,
all the sacred things
you hold dear,
trapped inside
for you to breathe.

Even as you notice
the most sincere
principles of reality–
you condemn all the fake
that screams in your face,

and that knowledge may lead
to even more intricate puzzles,
fluttering down from
somewhere to nowhere,
like lazy words writhing
mystically in the dark.

 

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