My Colour, My Strength.

My Colour, My Strength.

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White and black and peach and brown.
Don't these colours just always tell where's your town?

God made you the way you are and gave you that beautiful colour.

Why hide it behind the thick coat of liquid foundation and fairness creams where your true beauty and your personality becomes blur.

Being your shade wasn't your choice, but I grew up in a society where you aren't allowed to wear colours that you love, but don't suit your complexion.

Why, oh why, nobody wants them being the main topic of any conversation.

The only thing you need to understand is that people talk.

That's something they always do and that's why they are nothing more than just "people".

Don't let the slaps of those creams and beauty products be your identity.

You are you and you need to let your colour be your individuality.

Spreading sunscreen all over your body.
Believe me, there are better things you could do with those hands.

The irony is that if you are black, you are made fun of for not being visible at night.

And if you are white, you are bullied for applying too much fairness creams on your face even if you prove them wrong or fight.

The colour of my skin decides how pretty I am?

No, it doesn't!
I'm beautiful when I believe I am.

Even if my colour is like that of the bark of a dying tree.

Even if my colour is that of burnt tea.

Even if my beauty is something that your shallow mind cannot see.


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