Deceptive Appearance

List of rejections has been long,

And people kept counting my faults,

This world was not where I belong,

But I vouched to jump over the vaults.

I am dark and nicknamed as coal,

Had a feeling that my color is wrong,

Slowly, I shrank into my own dark hole,

And shouted at myself, strong,

That the color of my skin doesn't define the color of my soul..

Every morning gave me hopes and beams, 

I stood strong to achieve my goal,

But, with crushed hopes and their screams,

I kept telling myself in my dark hole,

That height of my body doesn't define the height of my dreams..

Feet and toes are not to skip,

A perfection is required from head to heel,

It was time for my dark hole trip,

And I said to myself, so I could heal,

That the length of my toes doesn't define the length of my relationship.

Even the dentures were expected to behove,

But my teeth set had gaps by default,

By now, the dark hole was my dove,

Where I stayed away from assault,

The gap of my teeth doesn't define the depth of my self-love..

My imperfections have a never-ending scroll,

Or should I say like a song on loop?

But I found myself perfect as a whole,

And I kept reminding this to myself with a whoop,

That, the color of my skin doesn't define the color of my soul.!