I put on my jeans
and that cropped top.
My friends and their compliments;
I took the small dot in my fingers,
stuck it on my forehead.
“Ew” they exclaimed.
“You look Indian” they said.
“Take it off” they persisted.
“An Indian is who I am,
culture is what I am dripping in,
bindi is what I want to decorate my forehead in.
The feminine beauty of this dot,
passed on from generations,
I don’t want it to stop with us.
So let me wear it
while you let your forehead bare
like the rest of the world.”