Oh,
handwoven strings of cotton.
Your importance,
to a group of girls,
is grandiose.
It puts cults to shame.
A sacred pact.
A forever game.
You snared me.
Taught me that,
when wearing you,
a bracelet with beads,
I’m expressing myself.
No matter the shape;
the color,
it’s my right.
The belief
you bring is needed
for my worldly fight.
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