Is there anyone;
Who would cherish my inner soul?
Is there anyone;
Who would not judge my race and extol?
Is my colour the only criteria;
For my beauty to be judged by?
Why am I always rejected;
By seeing my face and then lied?
Why is my colour compared;
As if it’s frowsy?
Does my colour decide,
The amount my parents need to pay as dowry?
Is it a deal;
That I need to compromise with every day?
Seems as if it’s a debt;
Non-negotiable in every way.
When will the world understand,
That beauty lies within me.
Every girl is a black beauty,
Cause colourism ends with me.
Cognizant Trances 