My melanin
Beauty is in the eyes of beholder you say,
You define beauty,
A quality one.
You classify beautiful,
An attractive one.
Disgusting is instinctive to you,
Ugly is intuitive to you.
Oh dear,
Now I board
on with your eyes.
You find something off with my nose
Are they protruded too much?
My face screams not enough
Are the eyes in the right place?
Even my bookshelves howl my ugliness –
I can’t fetch you,
The Book on The Bookshelf
A hundred-paged Kamashutra.
Oh, the kind one –
You still
behold me
in your eyes.
What do these beholder’s eyes say,
oh the kind one?
It was not something that was off ?
Not the bookshelves that revealed my ugliness ?
Not the face that screamed ugly ?
A chromatic affinity?
All not white is what I have.
Mud is what I am,
Alas it disgusted you –
Melanin in my skin.