Falling In For My Complexion

What is beautiful?

I never knew 

Until

Get out of

My

Mother's lap

Mom always 

Called me 

Adorable, Cute, 

Lovely 'nd 

Much more 

But never.....

Black.

I was three

When

I went to school

Met everybody

I never knew.

For me 

All were same 

No matters

Which skin

Whether

White, brown

Or pale.

I met a girl 

In my class

Who explained 

She's light

And 

I'm dark.

Just because

I'm coffee brown

'Nd her skin shines bright

She's 

More adorable

'Nd 

My skin tone 

That isn't right.

For first time

I understood

What 'beautiful'

Describes.

That day

I ask my mom  

Why you always

Tell me a lie

That 

I am 

Cute 

Adorable

And 

Nice 

Why I'm not Beautiful

'Nd

She's more light?

Because

" I'm brown "

But

Beauty 'only means White, 

I cried a 

A lot that day, 

Holding my mom 

So tight.

She wiped 

My tears 

Kissed my forehead

&

Looked into my eyes

She said, 

"O my lovely baby 

Who told you, 

Brown is wrong

Skin never

Defines our character...

It's 

Our nature 

Make us right 

Or wrong ."

But I'm asking 

Who made these barriers 

For being a

Beautiful or not 

Who decides

That

White is nice 

Not

Black or Brown

At all.

Who called the

Fair is gorgeous 

And 

Dusky means

Dull.

Narrow mindsets 

Are responsible 

For masking my

Faces with

Filters. 

Slapping the layers 

Of foundations on 

My cheeks 

To hide my

Black beauty.

Because

Fair is cute, 

Chocolatey is not 

Or you're looking 

Too dusky.

You're tanned a lot 

So

Apply this 

BB or CC plus cream 

Makes skin

Glowing

White and

Clean.

Wanna ask 

Why I'll 'only

Looks mesmerizing

If I'm milky 

Or fair?

Does

My skin colour 

Masked

My talents, 

Because

Melanin pull down 

My glares?

I never give a damn 

About the comparisons 

Of black v/s white

It's my skin 

It's who I am 

You're no more need to worry 

I love my

Complexion 

Everyday 

When I

Look in mirror 

I can proudly say 

It's always there.

It's my identity 

My feature 

No matters 

What's height, 

Body shape 'and colour 

Morph isn't 

Gonna shape my future.

Success Never gonna 

Depends on 

Color 'and stature. 

It's we

Who can write 

Our own success stories 

Be our own 

Best version 

Shines with glory.

I don't need 

Anyone's 

Approval 

For feeling 

Cute and 

Pretty.

I love myself,

That's my 

Real beauty !....