The Hoarding2 mins 7.1K 2 mins 7.1K
Peaceful wind and chirping birds, sitting on the trees
Here I was in the park, enjoying the natural breeze
Then I saw this billboard, on the other side of the lane
Use this cream, be fair and there is nothing you can’t attain
I was forced to think is this really true?
Can your fair colour alone push you to the front of the queue?
Then why I had to struggle when I am fairer from the rest?
Why my light skin never helped me to be the best?
People say having my skin colour is a blessing
But this gift was useless on days which were depressing
My life is so normal: sometimes heavenly, sometimes tragic
Don’t know why my skin tone is believed to be a magic
Where was this magic when I was rejected by the bride hunting mob
Because I refused to quit my better-earning job
Not my colour but a loan got me my dream house
I am successful and fair but as per all, all I need is a spouse!
Only my skill helped me on the other side of the interview door
My dark-skinned colleague got the promotion she deserved more
Not fair skin helps but a heart of steel
Just for some money, these companies make it a big deal
The ladies with extra melanin have to pay its price
These creams force them to believe in some fictional paradise
They are forced to believe that their color is a curse
Broken confidence and low self-esteem, things just get worse
A white coating on the skin cannot decide your fate
This hoarding on the roadside is just spreading hate
Not bright skin but hard work is needed for life fun and bubbly
You can be fair, but life may or may not be lovely