How dark is my skin, that I was positioned
Right at the back of the dancing platform
Though I had always been a champion dancer.
How dark is my skin,that i had to try
Dresses only of baby pink, peach and white,
For the other colors blended too well with my complexion.
How dark is my skin, that my siblings
Exclaimed imagining how well I could camouflage,
In case there was a sudden loadshading.
So dark is my skin, that my classmates felt awkward to call me their friend,
And believed the melanin of my skin was nothing but dirt.
So dark is my skin, that it seemed,
Even my beauty creams started cursing their lives
For being devoted to such a hopeless case.
How very dark is my skin, that my parents too
Had to edit my picture to 2x brightness
To make it suitable for the newspaper's matrimonial section.
But how dark is my skin that the fairness of my pure heart
Lies diametrically...