POEM: Decolonising The Goddess


my facial contours do not require contouring –
not to slim my South Indian nose or to thin my round cheeks.

my skin does not need whitening –
I was born from the union of two brilliantly brown parents in a land full of black.

my thighs do not need slimming –
they carry a goddess & they protect a treasure.

my hair does not need straightening –
untamed my locks reflect a glimpse of the wild within me.

my culture does not need saving –
I come from a people strong enough to have built concepts beyond the realm of now.

since when did everything about my natural self become everything I need to change in order to please these colonised eyes?

if you, brown boy, see me as common, run –
your mother has not raised you to contain this fury.

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