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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