The girl you had mocked for being black,
has lost her self-confidence.
She is looking in the mirror and
sensing a feeling of incompetence.
Is there a world where she’d fit
and would never to burden herself with quitting?
She also dreams of becoming someone’s princess,
but don’t be absurd; it’s impossible, she convinces herself.
Best friend forever is what she never experienced,
to talk and share and let go of all the differences.
Everywhere she goes, she is stared at,
“Let’s go mom”, she says as she is scared.
Tears flow from her eyes at night,
though she puts on a fake smile in the morning
and gives them a tough fight.
You are more than the color of your skin,
she still doubts herself within.
Never was she told she is a Black Rose
who is wild, elegant, and filled with mystery
and cannot be chopped like a willow.
Do not give your color the time of day,
you will definitely blossom someday.
You are one of a kind.
Do not let your skin color sink into your mind.
I'm Annie Varghese, mother of a toddler and a banker by profession. I was born and bought up in Mumbai, however have been relocated to Nashik and that is my current hometown. Poetry writing comes very naturally to me whenever I want to express something which normally, I can't express by speaking.