There lived a little brown girl
With big black eyes and head full of curls.
A short, plump and a chirpy little one,
Who danced her way to the moon and Sun.
She drew, she wrote, she read to a great extent
It was not just her hobby, but her time well spent
One of the brightest intelligent of her lot,
Will reach for the stars; said the ones, who taught.
Years passed by, came the next phase
That’s when life started to show its true face
The short, plump girl untouched by thoughts around
Believed, that the true love would be found
But the bitter truth came knocking by
That only physical beauty meets the eye.
Neither the character nor your true love matters
Unless you have the look that flatters.
Constant taunt that you don’t fit here or there
Pulled her self-esteem to nowhere
She tried to rebel with all her might
Just to be put down again by the world’s spite
The more she fought, the more invisible she became
Like a background artist in her own life’s frame
She now wonders, if there would be ever a time,
Where the little brown girl with big black eyes inside her; will ever see her in her prime.
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