To you I dare
At me when you stare
Examine the curls in my hair
The colour-my skins bears
Shove me in a box
& Label me-
- with steel locks
To which -the key you hold
ancestors were dumb and old
Riches they stole
Like beauty sucked into a big black vacuum— down an empty whole
Like the soil of the earth
We didn’t choose our birth
Or the colour of our skin
Or how we choose to indulge- in sin
But still you hold that key
Because you will always be
Shades above me
In your obscure reality
Like a haywire soul with an oblivious mind
Who doesn’t understand, we’re all the same kind
From earth to grave
May the future be brave
-Aditi Shetty
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