Why You Made Me 'White'
After dispersal from school
I sat in the van of kids
Cute, naughtorious, innocent & cool
among them, a girl
sitting alone, silently
smiling at their pal
I could guess
She didn't have friends
She came & sat before me
touched my hand & look at me
Its okay, I smiled!
She returned a big smile
After a long humble touch
I felt hard rub
It was painful
But I didn't disturb
As I could see, it was like
her little fingers exploring that
but a question, still flying in my mind
"What she wanna do? "
It remained unwind .
She kept her soft hand
beside that of mine
suddenly my hand became bright
All those knots were untied
Atlast I understand
She was comparing colour of hands
turning front & back
finding what she lacks
Oh! She was comparing colour of hands
Her Brown & my White hand
It was painful, more than that rub
Somehow I managed, I tried
'cause I was sixteen
But she was just five.
I could tell her biology
Biology of dominant colour
Value of skill in society
& no value of colour, in life
'cause I was sixteen
But, but she was just five
So, I remained silent
Filled with a guilt
(No-one admire me beautiful
But I never complained
'cause I felt fine & thankful
Whatever you made
Not going to happen same)
'cause I could feel her pain
& it's me that is to blame
I hurted her, yeah I hurted her
though I was sixteen
& she was just five
No no its not right
Oh! God why?
Why you made me white?
Copyright © Sakshi Singh | Year Posted 2018
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