The hate you give to my skin
Dear skin, why are you getting all the hate you get?
Isn't it unfair that every body is glowering on seeing you
Or giving you that sideways pity look
Like you are the biggest mistake of one's life?
When my gene pool should be getting all that?
What is it you are going to prove anyway?
That being white, you can attract a beautiful boy
Or you can make anyone look for longer at your pinkish hue
Or you can get more affirmative nods whenever you say something
Or you can get less judgement by being less dark
Or you can kvell at the prospect of checking the "fair girl" box of matrimonial ads
Or how you always get more attention
When I should be getting it all by being a talented, good human being?
It's my fault I didn't stand enough for you
Leaving you in the quandry of getting teased and laughed at
Slathering on you whatever creams and powders I thought
Will change you over night
I was that parent to you who put pressure on kids
Comparing to others, killing their dreams
Trying to make kids into whatever molds they think of
I was trying to shape you according to my mold
Of being fair and lovely
Rather than letting you live these days I was choking you to death
Dear skin, I am sorry
I feel compunction for all the things I've ever done to you
You were always there for me, protecting me
You were doing the job you were given
It's not you who was dark all these days
It's my heart and my mind which were dark
Shut down by the opinion of others
That I forgot to see the bigger picture
It's not going to be the colour of my dear skin
Which is going to catapult me into achieving my dreams
Rather it's me who was making you as an excuse
To feel pity for myself, drowning in depression
When I should be sweating the skin off
To better myself
Dear skin, I love you no matter what
White or black or brown, hereinafter no frown
You are now free to breathe and live
Thanks for an amazing saviour that you are!