your lips they twist
perceptions in an instant.
your lips they twist
perceptions in an instant.
my ink stained fingertips
try to make sense of it
and all the things you say,
all the things you do
you seem
to forget.
when i was younger
you loved me
because i had the same chin
as baba.
you paid no attention
to mahad.
he looked like amma.
so you forced my mother
to feed spoiled biryani
to her two year old son.
as you watched.
as she wept.
“right now you are too dark
to marry,”
you say. i say,
“i won’t live my life with someone that shallow.”
did you get the hint?
stick to your sphere
grandmother and
leave me be. please.
