Beauty Is No Fair Skin
Beauty’s not being flaxen nor fair,
Says a lingerie brand of swimwear:
Indian are attractive
Most—both Adam and Eve,
Who, fifty tints of brownish tones share.
Obsessed with a fair skin as a lot,
They oft get in an awkward spot caught:
What has been a bug-bear,
How can brown beauty bear?
How in world brown can ever be hot?
Melanin, a pigment just skin deep,
Bare from surface of skin loves to peep,
But has drawn much debate,
Caring to close no gate,
Doubt if Helen’s face launched any ship.
Some feel: much ado of a bare skin,
And those not fair might feel somewhat green
In envy, never blue,
For, world has little clue
If beauty’s blond, or is brunette in?
Yet, Indians in this not are alone,
Nor unique such a bias to own,
A study this truth tells:
Black American males
Always to a lighter skin are drawn.
No need to go singing around town,
Nor yet doubt our skin tone no less brown,
Not fair nor yet wheatish,
Can it wow any wish?
Let’s enjoy still this ‘sexy-most’ crown!
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Happenings | 08.03.2023 | beauty
Poet’s note: The first stanza refers to the lingerie brand: Pour Moi (French, ‘for me’), based on Reddit data. How ‘attractive Indians’ look like? The last stanza, the AI images of sexy Indians showed the skin tone as deep, dark brown, not fair, nor even wheatish.
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