Poem by emebet mesfin
'Keep your promise! ' 'But you put me up to this! ' She bound me during the teen years.'I'll be your bridesmaid, you'll be mine when I get married.' We drifted apart years passed. Now am to join the wedding frenzy. Four bridesmaids, different body sizes, roamed around the city. Made stops at bridal houses, trying on clothes shoes accessories. I preferred traditional way of dressing. Two bridesmaids settled for flat shoes. Couldn't walk right in high heeled ones. Makes sense. But! Bride righteously ordered, we strictly follow whatever she said. It is no use arguing. Brides are known for overreacting. Eve of the wedding night, was spent between dancing and going to the hair saloons. We submitted ourselves from the neck up, hair washed rinsed dried, different stylists tended. Makeup artists followed. I hope they enjoy their art. What have they done to us? I started giggling when I saw my face, we look like monsters!
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