Fair Isn't Always Lovely..

Long ago in a far away kingdom lived a fair maiden.
Her voice as smooth as symphony
and her skin as pure as ivory...
At age five,
Same thing was taught and same
thing was learnt, that it's the fair maiden that made all the stories fun.
My idol was her because she was
always pretty, smart and fair but tell me something wasn't someone missing
something here.
At age 12,
They told me to stay out of the
sun because of my color, they made me miss out on all the fun.
Age so young and mind so naive,
even then it was their words that left me crying.
By age 16,
I was trying on foundation, crèmes
and all the likes thinking that would somehow made my skin tone hike.
Turmeric stained hands, milk down
the drain. Tell me where was my fault when I couldn't catch the beauty train.
In school, in parties and
gatherings alike, those hurtful comments were told to be taken light.
After all these years, amidst all
my battles and fights I still couldn't understand why pretty always comes in
white.
Where has the cocoa glow and black
beauty gone?
Were they only a part of the talk
to make your hypocrisy look dull so the others won’t frown?
What we need to understand is that
fair is not always lovely and we need to stop the struggle we go through daily.
So promise yourself today, that
we'll tell our daughters where the real beauty lies.
It's not on your skin but it's
your mind.
It's not how you look but what you
do.
It's all the things that make you-
you.
We'll tell our daughters what
their dream is worth, that rosy cheeks and fair skin shouldn't even be in your
thoughts.
We'll teach our daughters beauty
is not what they see on coversvbut the pride you engulf that makes every bit of
your recover.
That it's the smile on your face
and satisfaction in your heart.
It's
all the good you do along your path.