I still not to choose black because I know
I know, if I choose black over white
Or if I were to do so
I would either remain solitary
Or be a big failure,
Or be tormented for my eyes
For eyes, who no longer knows truth?
Is directed to tell a lie
I don't know for how long white exists
Or for how long I get praise for my beauty
Black is bold
For how long I would get over with white
Because I am tired, I am tired at uncertainty
I am scared, scared at the outcome
Amidst all this worldly colorful life
Amidst all the praises I received
Despite the cosmetology beautiful world
Where everything seems bright white
I strive to be originally colorful
Yes, I am striving to be the way i am; original
Original, because I have realized
I have realized that I am born natural
I am made natural by god and so
I strive for my individuality and I seek
I seek for my inner space
Where I get all my comforts
Where I get fully accepted for my color
For color is actually objective
Not subjective that touches your heart
Unlike the societal perception
That touches you and plays with your heart
Where you are bound within limits
Where you are always shown the way
Where you are chosen over skin tone
Where your preference is diverted
Where your choices are guided
Yet, I wonder whether I am really beautiful?
Beautiful as original or beautiful as cosmetology?
Beautiful as white or beautiful as black?
Just let me know, how am I beautiful?
