Fair And Lovely
Fair And Lovely2 mins 13.7K 2 mins 13.7K
If I had a daughter of nine or ten,
A young woman of infinite possibilities ...
One who loved to paint elephants green
And the clouds a deep shade of orange
I would have entrusted her with
the secret of life, with a magic potion;
the harbinger of all things promising
hope and passion, love and confidence
This potion or should I rather say lotion
would help her spread her arms and soar
pin half a wing on the lapel of her coat
and possibly even find true love.
I would have said - My child, remember
Remember that the colour of skin
that's the key, not how well you paint
Or the fact that you dream of synthesizing
the cure for cancer in a test tube
You may wish to suit up in latex
And as your Mom, I will clip the cape
on your shoulders myself!
But think, would Super Girl indeed be super
if she was a few shades darker?
And when you step out of the space-craft
Into the inky void of the universe
Wouldn't the stars far and wide,
The ones curled up in your curls now
Raise questions about your colour?
My love, I give you this vial of fairness,
This Alohomora to life's closed doors
You will do just fine
As long as you pile this on
And my love, before I forget...
That nameless bird that sings
on your window ledge
The one dark as a moonless night
She is a misfit, an anomaly, an aberration.