Skin drenched in melanin,
Black hair tied in a knot,
She smiled a gleam of beauty,
One which they never sought.
But why? I want to ask,
Why her colour is a bane,
Who craved these scales and units,
And this idea so profane.
I don't want your judgement
I don't want your rules,
I don't want to be measured
Or corrected with your tools.
Even if my beauty your eyes couldn't see,
The way I am is the way I ought to be.
-aditi
YOU ARE READING
Wavering Starlight
Poesíamy emotions are bubbling through my veins, stars with love, and darkness with pains, here am I with pen between my teeth, and a rustic paper drenched in my ink, letting all my emotions sink... welcome to a poetic voyage to my world !
