What is not brown? Your teddy bear’s fur?
The coffee you sip or the chocolate you nibble?
The mud that gives your greens? Or your boots made of leather?
Falcon’s feathers or your own eye’s color?
Desert dates or Moses honey? Autumn leaves drenched in a dirt puddle?
Your guitar’s wood? Or the spices in your food?
Sundried wheat or almonds roasted? clotted blood or wounds unfazed?
Then why when it comes to skin are you so troubled?
Copyright © Madhavi Krishnan | Year Posted 2018
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