The Resentment

“The skin! Oh! it’s so dark,

He’s too skinny and looks like a couch potato!

He’s probably the tiniest person I’ve ever come across,

I don’t know how he lives with that burnt face!

Poor guy! He’s too young to lose all his hairs.”

Like yelping dogs, they shout endlessly.

The biggest horror of them all is the society that judges.

Mine enemy, an old face, stays with me.

I succumb into the grave of nothingness,

In no time that nothingness passes into anger.

The anger that threatens me, turns me into a self-pitier!

If black can be a favorite color, then why not black skin!

If being skinny, a disgrace,

Would you scold me for being obese? 

If the burnt face isn’t an option but to live with it is at least!

This anger, like a wildfire, engulfs me in,

The heat of blood bursts my thin veins,

All my skin rips from off my bones and it's fear that consumes me!

This anger may never cease as long as I live.

The heart that’s been broken, the mind that’s too prone

To stand the societal pressure!

Why can’t society be in love with me just the way I am?

And sometimes, this anger of mine is justified!

But hurting me is not the solution.

They bullied me so! and this fire feeds on me

So much confusion lost in illusion,

Why was it me?

I worry not for me, but for my anger.

What if it wins over me!

And I lose my self-control!

Contradicting me,

I can be a phoenix, rising from my ashes!

 Surpassing my odds, I soar high and get born again!