“Beauty, to me is about being comfortable in your own skin.”-Gwyneth Paltrow
Mahogany, Chestnut and golden brown
Skin like the midnight sky,
Skin blessed by the vibrant sun.
“You would look prettier if you were a shade lighter”
“It’s going to be tough finding a bride for you, with your dusky complexion”
Haldi reluctantly smeared on my Melanin blessed skin.
Taught to hate the sun, and believe that my skin represented dirt and filth,
I wondered if I would ever fit in.
Fairness creams and bleach replaced my confidence and worth,
Every time I look at the mirror, words like kaali and jokes on my earthy skin tone appear.
Light skin gets the job, which the flashy advertisements never fail to etch
And thus I turn to the ‘promising’ creams, hoping the gig I get.
Is it really fair?
My golden skin ridiculed, my tone considered a flaw,
My intelligence and compassion overlooked, only because I am brown.
We have been created in different tones and hues,
Who ever thought that the pigment of our skin was an issue?
I am dripping honey, I am the nautical dusk,
I am strong and elegant all at once.
I wear my skin like armour, that glistens and shines in the sun.
My coffee infused skin represents my supremacy and power
I am dark, I am lovely.
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