Meet Seema

Seema is a Muslim daughter who likes watching Food Network shows with her sisters and feeling a sense of accomplishment after returning things to stores. She constantly thinks about how her future Wikipedia page entry will come across. She also has a tendency to not finish thin


What was your entrance into writing poetry and what made you want to stay?

I was one of those people who hated poetry with a passion. In school, we’d read e.e. cummings and I would just get so frustrated at how much guessing we all had to do to “get it” and how we were taught that there was always a right answer as to what the poem was about. Then I remember listening to this video, I think it was William Carlos Williams who basically said that poems a lot of the time don’t make sense, but that they are meant to be read aloud and felt more than anything. Ever since then, I loved poetry and saw the whole genre in a different way. The poems I love communicate something that typically can’t be explained, but somehow the poet would find just the right string of words to pull at your heart strings. It’s so hard to do a human experience justice with language, but poetry can do that.


What is your favourite quote and why?

Every time a friend has problems with other people in their life, I always pull out the Maya Angelou quote: “when people show you who they are the first time, believe them.” It has proved to be so true with every relationship in my life. Had I taken this quote more seriously, I probably would have saved myself a lot of sadness.

Where do you feel most comfortable and at home?

I have two places. I feel most comfortable with my sisters at my family home in Atlanta, on the couch watching reruns of reality television, about to eat my dad’s pasta just when the sun is starting to set. It’s a very particular setting that I feel safe within. I look back at my childhood and those memories on couches with my sisters are what I remember the most fondly.  Another place is in the backseat of our family car when my dad is driving. Since I started to drive, I rarely get to sit in the back anymore. When I do get the chance, it instantly transports me to a time when I had all the faith and pride in the world in my dad’s driving so much so that I could flutter my eyes closed and fall peacefully asleep while our bodies were going 70 miles per hour. When I was younger, I would beg to sit in the front shotgun, but now I claim the back. Window seat preferred.