i cant even walk without a trail of gold following me
every micro step i take, my toe rings jingle and my bangles shake
there's no hope for indian girls in a world so silent
i was born with my hair in 2 braids
and from that winter on, my hair never changed
my brother was born with a strong head of straw
and he was worshipped for it
my crimps and curls were unpredictable and in their eyes, dangerous
to compensate for my vexatious head, i dressed in gold
silver was the metal of merchants and bronze the element of warriors
gold is for beauty
i forced honey into my bones
my body became a hive of gold
this is how i survived
skinny shoulders, hairy ears, knees like kelly
they all begged for a taste
he liked to grab my hair, sell me dreams and then bargain me off like the feen i was
malnourished milky eyes could only hold my attention for so long
my blood shot pupils and face absorbing nose ring was enough to keep the lions at bay
as i stepped away from adolescence, my hair got darker, my face slimmer and my ass bigger
this new found fortune as i saw it, begged a new crowd
blue eyes turned brown and i grew up
you could only ever hear my bangles if i wanted you
i learnt to bite my tongue, slow my blood and sway my hips
i became a teenage enigma
living of the insecurities of men that were way to old for me i liked to plot
imagine all the ways i could poison them in their sleep
tell their wives their tongue was down a 16 yr olds throat
feed them curd rice with crushed sleeping pills
but like i said, i matured
now my focus was barfis and chai
paramount pleasure
if i did not deliver i would get served
black eyes and blue knees are not pretty on a girl with snake skin
i protected myself
cloak of gold
nails of nether
