We live in a country without the taut and slitting threads of a niqab
So we whisper, Thank God
Instead, we bind ourselves in barely-there strings
Lashing tan-bedded skin.
The pink-and-glitter headlines call GET BEACH READY
And we listen.
We've got to glow in just the right way
To catch the eye of the ever-expectant gaze,
Concealing zits, freckles, and military-green welts,
We brush over the truth about a lot of things.
The taste of rejection is rusty and red
I chewed the inside of my cheek when he said
I'm just not interested.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
We live in a country without the taut and slitting threads of a niqab
So we whisper, Thank God
Instead, we bind ourselves in barely-there strings
Lashing tan-bedded skin.
The pink-and-glitter headlines call GET BEACH READY
And we listen.
We've got to glow in just the right way
To catch the eye of the ever-expectant gaze,
Concealing zits, freckles, and military-green welts,
We brush over the truth about a lot of things.
The taste of rejection is rusty and red
I chewed the inside of my cheek when he said
I'm just not interested.
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