Don’t judge me

Why is it that you cannot see, I am what God made me to be?

The colors of my skin, its dusky tinge; are all what God gave me!

You look at me, you see my dark skin tone; you see dusk settling on bronze.

You forget that behind that visage is a person that dusky skin does ensconce.

A person prone to deep hurt, you break her a little every time you ridicule.

For the spoken word has a power to hurt that trust me is not minuscule.

So I implore you to pay some heed, what’s in my mind, please so read –

Judge me not by my skin’s color; rather judge me by my character.

 

Why is it that when you look at me, you see not the person that I can be

You want me to be the person that you desire, do not allow me to be what I aspire

You look at my body with repugnance; you judge my waist for its ample girth

You forget, I have feelings, I am the same woman who to your children, gave birth

Your sarcasm cleaves a hurt that is deep, many nights I have cried myself to sleep

I questioned God whether it was me who was wrong? I asked him to make me strong.

God still has not answered me but I do wish that you could see –

Judge me not by my poundage; rather judge me by my courage.

 

 

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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