Brown

Does the colour of my skin bother you?

Does the hue of my skin define me?

Who decided fair is beautiful?

And that dark is ugly?

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

Why don’t the eyes move beyond the complexion?

Does the shape of my eye,

My radiant smile amount to nothing?

I am brown,

In a country of brown skinned majority

Yet, men and women alike

Have reminded me time and again

That my skin is of a tone,

That is found unacceptable by society.

I didn’t chose my colour.

I was born with it.

I care not what others think,

I grew up looking at it staring at me from the mirror.

This is the colour I am most comfortable with.