The woven piece of fabric clutches the figure
sitting in the corner,
dreading the darting stares from the men.
scrambling to cover the curvy body.
Its bright color popping out from
her dark complexion.
Hungry for attention,
it calls her to the dance floor.
The work of one seamstress transforms
the piece into its own soul,
able to brainwash for just one night--
allowing all the worry and pain
To turn her from a minnow
to a shark
in an ocean of minnows.
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