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Pointing Fingers

He questioned my ideals
by pointing a finger
at my Lakme lined eyes
and my Bata shoes
and decided, for some reason,
that communism and feminism
do not allow those.

I laughed at him
because the fingers
of his other hand
pointed at his leather shoes.

I laughed at him
and his culture-protecting friends.

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