SKIN As a kid, a color was just a way to have fun with paints, But as an adult, it is a gateway to being discriminated. Something unique is always turned into something deviant. Being different doesn’t make me any less human. We love animals for their vibrant colors and call them beautiful, but humans with vibrancy are deplorable. Learning to embrace the skin that we come in is not what we are taught, Fair, tall and slim is the motto we shall base our life on. It shouldn’t matter what my skin looks like as long as I am embracing it, But the demons in my head start to dishonor it. What a society we live in where there is no unity, Everyone’s after each other’s skin like it’s the end of humanity. x
WORDS by TRISHA YADU ART by LABIQAH IFTIKHAR
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