They say, Bengali women's pride lies in their hair.
My pride is falling like leaves in Autumn air.
Everyday in shower, I lose a bit of pride,
I glue them with water in my bathroom tiles.
Patience. They say, slowly it will grow back.
Wake up in the mornings, That's the ultimate hack.
A tin full of nuts sits on my table, the hair's meat
Doctor said, Your hair is what you eat.
Grass is greener from where you stand,
I see what they have and I can't
My genes are curly but I want straight
My eyes are tired of my anorexic braid.
I dream of a day,
In car with the hoods down, driving to the sea.
Wind brushing through my thick silk hair,
making waves like the ocean at bay.
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