She is that bitter coffee
you last made.
She is that dream which keeps
you awake at night.

You know why?

Because her skin
burns your very existence!
Because her scars
tell you the stories her
ancestors battled with.
Because her touch
once was a sin for you
and yet a toy of pleasure.
Because she is everything
you've feared
her people would become.
Because she is that fire that could
burn your country down!

And her skin,
Her skin bears the battle
of a thousand downtrodden years.

Fear her rage!
Fear her legacy!
Fear her words!
For she learnt to
embrace her skin
Still the colour of coffee -
Dark, Medium and Light!

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Anju Soumini

Anju Soumini

Writer; wanderer; someone who was lost in the world to be found in words.