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Colour |Poem|


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My skin is like yours
But tinted with a hint of injustice
W'all walk the same street,
And yet where you step unbothered 
I step with my head down
In fear that I might be stopped 
By our fellow colour
Who sentence I should go back to
Where I came from.

Doubt me, title do they know,
I was born into this world 
As same as he is!
Raised with stars and stripes;
I learned our national anthem
Alongside their children.
I was tough our history,
Listened to speeches of tomorrow,
Regards the movement of our
Freedom struggle.
I'm a countryman by blood, not by the colour:

It is not my fault,
My skin does not reflect your
Idea of the ideas subject
I will not be put to shame because 
Of a stranger on the street refuse to
Acknowledge me as one of their own.

I'm proud of my background,
Comfortable in the skin I live,
I'm proud to be Indian
Born and raised in the same soil.

You and I are,
Have always been,
And will be always be the same
And then by us.

But my skin is not like yours,
Underneath this fragile layer
I've engraved by racial slurs
Given to me by stranger before I could
Learn what they meant.
They crave so deep,
I afraid my youngster will be felt with
Those same labels plastered on their
Forehead for the world to see.

We breathe the same air
We stand under the same flag
We fight for the same future
We suffer the same pain
We bleed the same blood
We are the same human
Yet such a different world
By human colour.



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