Domestic Shades-10

Apartheid
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One day born my sister to flash on my dark face
There it started to grow as we grew colourful
All dark shades fought with me
But matched my sis very well
Worried parents yet managed to get me a fair husband
But my m'-in-law felt beaten
Repenting her tongue on her youthful mockery
At my huband's early gingelly-friend
Felt a curse from dark me
But fair my parents begot their curse
All from both my grand-pas
Now I'm mellowed
It's a divine gene
Providence's pastime is separatism
No more talking of familial racism

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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