MANAL KAMRAN

Warp It

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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.

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