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“My Heart Rests In India” by Mia Miata “The Neo-Soul Nina Simone”

Looking at me, your first impression would be that I am a African American Black woman. Yes, you are in fact, exact and correct. My ancestors are from Africa, the Mother Continent, the cradle of civilization and humanity. I come from a long, rich legacy of queens, kings, artist, musicians, scientist, healers, astrologers, merchants, builders and planners. I also know that the sub-continent of India was once part of the larger super continent known as, Pangea. India was connected to what is know known as present day South Africa. During the continental shift, the continents drifted apart and the sub-continent of India pushed up into it’s current landscape, forming the Himalayan mountains, home to the world’s highest peaks. So, my ancestors are in fact your ancestors, and the commonality of our black and brown skin is no coincidence. We are in fact blood of the same blood, bone of the same bone, and flesh of the same flesh.


The Untouchables of your country are much like African Americans of my ancestry in the United States. The treatment of the Dravidian ethnic group and the caste system of India is much like slavery, Jim Crow, racism, and White privilege here in the United States and globally for all people of color. We are systematically taught to hate the dark skin of our original aboririnal ancestors and to worship the white skin of our global oppressors. We as melanated people, daughters and sons of the diaspora, must reach out across continental boarders, to heal, unite, and to take back our rightful place at the head table where we will eat in abundance as we sit at the right hand of the Creator Most High!! Oh India, how I long to see your beautiful face in person. How I long to look out upon the sea of beautiful brown faces, as if I am looking in the mirror at my reflection, because we are in fact each other’s refection. Africa and India, mother and daughter, twin souls in the evolution of the children of the planet we call, Earth.


My daughter’s name is India, and when I was choosing a name for the baby girl that I was carrying in my womb, the name “India” for some reason just stood out in my mind. India.Arie was a popular singer at the time, and I just loved the idea of a little brown girl being named India. While I was pregnant, I took prenatal yoga, so that I would bEarth a centered and balanced baby. I have always been attracted to Eastern philosophies and culture. My best friend in the 3rd grade was from southern India. Her name was Shankari, and she and I were inseparable. We ate lunch together, talked on the phone, hung out at each other’s houses on the weekends and explored each other’s worlds of hair textures and the different cuisine that emerged from our mother’s kitchens. On the weekends, she would sample fried chicken, yams, and greens and I would indulge in spicy curry, Tandoori chicken, and chapati.  So when my baby girl was born, my mind’s eye went back to the days when Shankari and I were just girls ourselves. My own personal library contains classic Indian works such as the “Bhagavad Gita,” the “Karma Sutra,” “Siddhartha” by Herman Hesse, the “Autobiography of a Yogi” by Paramahansa Yogananda and “Ghandi An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments With Truth” by Indian freedom fighter, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, who influenced Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s non-violent approach to the civil rights movement in the Jim Crow south.

 My home is decorated with treasures from India as well as Africa. My living room is affectionately called the “Buddha Lounge,” and displays statues of the “Enlightened One” with tightly coiled bantu knots on his head, a traditional African hairstyle. I am currently having a mural of the Taj Mahal, built by emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his third wife, Mumtaz Mahal, painted on my bedroom wall.  So you see, you are me, and I am you, dear India. We share a common bound of culture, class, oppression and liberation. Stand with me oh daughters and sons of Africa and India as we sing a verse from one of my favorite singers, India.Arie, from her song “The Truth.”

Mia Miata

From Baltimore, Maryland, vocalist, Mia Miata brings us a rich sound of Soul and Jazz to captivate a style she calls “Jazzy Soul.” Mia is the host of widely popular internet talk show, “Goddess Talk Live.” She is also the owner of clothing live, “Goddess Creatress” and she will be releasing her first book, “The Goddess Code: Goddess In Womanifestation Volume I Words and Verses” scheduled for release in the spring of 2012 on Mia Melodic Publishing, LLC. 

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