She/her. Lowkey writer.
Full-time depressed.
Loud, upbeat.
Swears a lot to look
Cool among her affluent
Peers.
Dogs and cats are
Didi's first love but hates
Men, like that's gonna
Up her game against
Other ultra-feminists.
Goth look. Dark humor.
Body positivity and
'Go slay gurrrl' with overuse
Of vowels to highlight
Her over-the-top emotions.
Upon that, an opinion on
Palestine is a must.
Gender fluidity is a
Newfound fetish and
Bisexualism is a
Compulsive dessert
Beside the other
Delicacies of her big
Fat meal of pretense.
Mom's love is never
Enough. Her brother
Is always an asshole.
And of course Didi's
Got daddy issues
That are stacked even
From a past life.
The food-lover,
Party animal, wanderlust.
The exotic places in
India aren't enough.
Didi has perpetual plans
To tick off ten more
Countries before she
Turns twenty.
High on self-awareness.
High on information.
She thinks she has
Figured it all out by
Being condescending
On boys who are
Petty simps in the name
Of BFFs.
But maybe a rich-ass
Dude, of whom she
Always dreams of-
Seems to be the only
Solution for her delusions.
When he confines her
To the commands of
His mother to mass
Produce Gol-rotis in
The kitchen-
The sweat off her brow
Would scream
How the Good dude,
Vignesh, would have
At least extended his
Help to do the dishes.