Pupah

Pupah

There’s a big mirror here

That I look into

As I twist my hair

Into braids.

Pupah

There’s a cupboard

Full of rich clothes

That speak of materials

That wraps my body

Like a cocoon.

Pupah

The beds are lined

With pillows fluffed,

And sheets of silk.

Tell me,

Pupah

Do you get the stench

Of this golden cage

In the richness

That you earned

As you sold my flesh?

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