Was she merely following the dictates of a society that had conditioned both males and females to get turned on by reddened lips, darkened eyes, painted toes and glossed hair?
It was not a secret for her family per se. But, ever since she was thirteen, she was expected to tuck away this little secret of hers in a tiny box and instead wear a garb of normalcy.
Fair and lovely had always been the norm in our country. However, here is one dusky woman owning her skin colour and loving it!
"Be me for a day, live my life," challenges the poet. "I guarantee, you will not be able to cope; but I own my colour!"
There were hundreds of real humans who loved her, she glowed with confidence. She had long given up examining herself on the mirror, but of late, when she saw her reflection, her radiant self smiled back.
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