Ms. Dusky

Are you the girl suffering form dark complexion?

You're the color of the night,

That makes the moon beautiful.

Aren't you deserving to make a men's life beautiful?

You're the color of the cloud,

That showers rain.

Why can't you be the person who showers happiness?

You're the color of the coal,

That turns to diamond when refined.

Isn't there a gem inside that dark flesh of your's?

You're the color of the pupil,

That glorifies all other colors.

Why do you stain your life with darkness?

Why do you apply every cream that is available in the market,

To portray you fake.

You're concealing the real you,

Inside a concealer.

There is no hint of your skin tone,

Under your strong foundation.

Why do you try to be someone rather then being you?

Why do you hurt yourself,

To impress someone?

Only when you accept the way you're,

People will stop bullying for the way you're.

Believe that you're beautiful.

Few rejections,

Doesn't mean you're unworthy.

People reject, criticize and bully you,

Because they have been running behind people who look attractive outside.

They will drain out for sure after some time.

All these rejection would be worth the wait for that one person,

Who will not run but walk slowly and steadily.

He will reach you at the right time,

Embrace you in his arms.

Tear the mask that you hid,

Underneath that dark flesh.

To adore what lies inside of you.

To kiss every scar until it heals.

To rip every disgusting thing you went through.

To explore your inner self,

Inch by inch.

He is never in rush,

After all he is not behind your flesh.

At the end of every day, he will kiss at your forehead,

And murmurs, "I can't have enough of you, I need to find you more"