I don’t want to wear glitter
I don’t want to wear gold
Don’t condemn my skin.
There is only so much of me I can hold
These colours are supposed to be beautiful.
Why then do you marginalise me
Beauty is what you defined
into beauty how you want it to be.
Don’t tell me I’m not beautiful
because my skin is not lighter
and my eyes are not the shape of a leaf
God help you, your mind couldn’t be brighter.
I won’t lay boundaries to what I am
because you’re afraid of the horizon
I won’t put on anything to adorn me
I am content, I’m alright if I wizen
I don’t have to hide my skin or show it
I don’t have to be beautiful to your eyes
I am what I am, gold or stone,
but I am myself, No pretence, no lies.