dalit poem

It's good, and now i will fill the rest of the review with a few poems. Ahem Poem#1 "Death! Plop. The barges down in the river flop. Flop, plop. . . ." Poem #2 "Where I have lived The bed-bug sleeps in the seam, the cockroach Inhabits the crack and the careful spider Spins his aphorisms in the corner. . . . There is a moment when the pelvis Explodes like a grenade." Poem#3 "Roses are red, Violets are blue, This is a poem, Show e your tits." Poem#4 The finale "Bad poetry! Oh noetry!"

The poem/song got me. Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

If the parental hunger was just a one-off event, biology will not limit either child's IQ or education. However, if the Dalit child inherits a biological legacy of chronic, generational starvation, they start with a brain that is more vulnerable to stress and distraction. While they can still achieve the exact same high IQ and education as the upper-caste child, their brain has to work harder to overcome that inherited biological baseline.

The poem is really nice. I don't know how you people write a poem but whatever it is I loved it. I have shared it to one of friends she too loved it. Well done keep it up.

The harsh word, or maybe the western setting gives me a weird vibe whenever I read every chapter. The best unknown feeling for me is the Poem. I feel like there is a song ringing on my head related to the poem