Poem: Measure Me By the Love in My Heart, Not the Color Of My Skin

Hiba Ashraf | Kerala, India They say only skin the color of snow is pretty. They say only porcelain skin is worthy of admiration. They say only the fair are beautiful. Why? Why is my worth measured by the amount of melanin in my skin? Why is my worth not measured by the kindness in my eyes, Or the love in my heart? Why should I be disgraced because of how dark I am? When only the darkest of skies can make the brightest of stars. Then why are we judged by the color of our skin? Why do we all hate brown skin? At the end, aren't we all different shades of the same brown? Some a little lighter. Some a little darker. All skin colors are beautiful. Instagram Handle: @hiba.musings

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