She would cover her head with a stole in the presence of elders as a mark of respect. Was it to keep her in place?

She would stop speaking if an elder male cleared his throat indicating her to stop. Did she hear him say, “she should know her place?”.

She stopped studying, she stopped working, she stopped dreaming. Everyone said ‘it’ is her rightful place. She is yet to find ‘it’.

Sometimes she just wants to be like the little free strands of hair going rogue. She wished there was no hairband to put them ‘in place’.