I may have inherited
My mother’s stubborn spine
That which doesn’t bend
Not an inch
And although I inherited her fire
Yet, her words are measured
As mine are uncouth
I broke away from the sugars
And the taste of bitter almond
Lingers, long after a kiss
Subtle reminder of the noir void
That unlearning all the
unimportant words left
I watch you
As you measure me, against shadows of light
But I never fit in
I laugh too loud, swear too much
Cover too little
Dance too reckless
With my untamed heart
A shake of your head
And a silent reproach
Hark ! See if I give a damn !
-Rianka Bose Saha
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