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-
Lock me- with steel locks
To which -the key you hold
ancestors were lazy and old
Riches they stole
Like beauty sucked into a big black vacuum— down an empty hole
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
you will 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
Can we be more brave?
So stare at me
Until your guilt leaves you empty
-Aditi Shetty
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