I was told that skin color is like a beautiful gown,
soon I realized that my gown was brown.
Gazing myself in the mirror I felt so glad,
but immediately I was told that brown is bad.
And while growing up I felt every bit,
that I am no beauty and I am like an ugly zit.
People made fun without giving it a thought,
that mocking about physicality hurts and hurts a lot.
I felt like my confidence was beaten in a stone hurl,
with plunging self-esteem I was no more a proud girl.
People threw their advice without asking my consent,
from what I should apply on my face to which color can get me compliments.
I don't know why some even made that snark?
"Your features are good though your complexion is dark".
How does that matter?
Why do you think you should make me feel better?
My physique, my body is my identity.
I am proud of it, why do you feel pity?
This is me and I don't need your acceptance.
Who gave you rights to snap those comments?
Thanks to the condescending attitude you imbibed in me,
I faced a lot of struggles to get back that glee.
In college I escaped even the most memorable group pic,
because I thought I look ugly standing next to a fair chick.
I spent loads of money on those fairness creams,
and thought soon my dark skin will just be a bad dream.
With time my horizon expanded and I understood the fact,
I realized color is your body characteristic and it cannot impact.
You should wear it like your most possessed crown,
be it of any color- white, black, yellow or brown.
My suggestion to you is to evolve and have a heart,
every skin color is equal and is God's divine art.
Instill confidence in people rather than humiliation,
disrespecting skin color is like contempt for God's lovely creation.
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