When it rains I have to cover my hair

I wrap a scarf over it,

making sure that the water

can’t get to a single strand.

You see, my hair is likely the most Egyptian

part of me.

I’ve been told my eyes, face,

attitude,

are oh-so-Egyptian

but really

the giveaway is in the hair

that does not know how to handle

the fog or rain or snow

that shrouds Washington

reacts only with angry spouts of frizz

and stands out

in ways that I wish it wouldn’t

and wrapping myself up

shrouded and covered

in ways I never would have in Cairo

is heavy

with dark clouds

and irony.

Photo: VinothChandar