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Colors Of Debt
We sit among gold bangles and chokers
In Mama Saudi's shop,
Eyes pained from gazing at pearls and silver earrings
Mouths filled with saliva and longing;
But we sit on still
Shifting our buttocks, then opening our legs
just a little wide
As if we got the itch for Mama Saudi's son
Who chooses the inner room,
The room that shelters the chalkboard
Which is filled with scribbling
of our names and others.
Some names in white, others in yellow but ours in red
Now we are in Mama Saudi's red face,
Looking through dirty curtains for a son
who had loved other bedazzled red names
Hoping that with our pant less legs open
Our debt of long worn jewellery will also be forgotten.
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