Unsuitable Girl MAG

By Tara V., Brookline, MA

     
Burning henna suns into her hands,
she sits apart, waiting for dance class to resume.
Against the wall, a mirror collapses,
reflecting blond tendrils escaping
hair gel and prayer, the almost-wish
that they were dark as her mother’s.
Above her flows a foreign language
of naan bread and suitable boys.
She understands but cannot speak.
Odissi dance is all that binds them,
but Amma never cared that she didn’t share skin.
She leans into the mirror close enough to kiss,
searching in her eyes for her mother’s mark,
something to prove she belongs here.





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Genya GOLD said...
on Apr. 4 2012 at 6:40 pm
Genya GOLD, Bridgewater, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Never do anything that you wouldn't want to explain to the paramedics."-Unknown Author

This is beautiful.

I'm not quite sure of the culture, but I really like the details, and the last line.



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