scarf
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What do you think when you see that girl walking across the street?With her head held down, eyes forward, feet flat on the ground, the hijab covering her head full of disparaging thoughts?
Hurrying in to work, late again.
The cold still nipping at my nose,
The heat of rushing burning in my legs.
I try to calm my heartbeat
But it’s useless when I see you.
Warmth fills my stomach
Dear little, red, scarf,
I made you.
I spent minutes,
That turned into hours.
Hours, that turned into days,
Creating you,
Making you,
Knitting you.
