When my grandmother caught me at birth
She named me Paradox
Said I was like something that was expected to be good
But turned out shockingly bad
I never really understood the old hag
But the damage was done the moment she uttered the word
Paradox –
The African girl who jammed to Scandinavian Metal
That one who never attended lectures but still aced the tests
The Christian girl who could effortlessly recite the Qur’an
The legendary pescetarian who didn’t like fish
The girl with the shaved head who gallivanted in heels and red lipstick
The one and only –
I became a paradox.
