I recently chanced upon the topic of getting judged based on one’s skin-tone, starting at a tender age. Every time I heard comments on those lines, I used to cringe a little inside. It is very real in our society and it was heartwarming to see fellow moms doing an awesome job trying to change that mindset with our next generation. It got me thinking on how this color was perceived earlier, and how we got misled into believing a darker skin-tone is anything lesser for a human being! A little poem dedicated to those who faced it, hoping it brings a smile and a little sunshine to their beautiful being!
Black is kindness
when the dark sky opens up it’s bounty as rain to the parched ground!
Black is strength
in the shiny stallion that races against the lashing wind!
Black is boldness
for that single dot that stands out against a background of white!
Black is peace
when life takes a pause in the stillness of the night!
Black is divinity
for the sculptor’s chisel that moulds God’s form onto granite!
Black is mystic
for every Gopika who dances to Krishna’s flute!
Black is beauty
in form and character of Draupati, the princess born out of soot!
Black is warmth
to the baby growing in it’s mother’s womb!
Black is love
in the kajal tika a mom puts from her eyes on her baby’s cheeks!
Black is vastness
of space that holds within it, everything big and small
Black is the unknown, the un-manifest, the incomprehensible;
Black is the very color of God!