My grandmother sewed me a shirt
My mother added a button on it
And I wore it to a library.
Talked with hundreds of people about books,
While my hands caressed the pages
My feet on the ground,
The fresh air stroking my face.
There is a woman
There are two
There are generations of women
Who planted the cottonseed on the ground
For the next to pluck it,
To turn it into yarn,
Then to a fabric with which
My grandmother sewed me a shirt,
My mother added a button on it
And I wore it to a library.
Priya Roy is studying English literature in Banaras Hindu University and trying to read as many books as she can with nerdy female protagonists. On other days, you can find her sleeping and forgetting that the world exists.
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