By Nitika Desai
BROWN GIRL IN A WHITE DRESS Every other morning, I would wonder why I even woke up. Living in a dream is so much easier- Full of fairies, angels and white. But my reality is dark, Confined to my brown body. So, I would always wear a white dress- I was a brown girl in a white dress. Before seeing the mirror, I would hurry and put the dress on. It covered me from head to toe -- That gave me confidence. But soon, that wasn’t enough, I still didn’t feel pure. So, I admitted myself for a surgery -- To change my colour completely. While I waited for my turn, I saw a brown girl in a brown dress walk out of the clinic, My heart skipped a beat for I knew her. She used to be a white girl in a white dress. And then it hit me: Nobody is born to satisfy society standards. True beauty lies locked in the heart -- But I couldn’t discover mine as I tried to unlock with another’s key. While I had this epiphany, The surgeon had been calling out my name repeatedly. I ignored his calls and dashed back home-- For I had something I needed to do. I tore my white dress and ripped it to shreds, I then shoved it into the fireplace. Watching it burn gave me a solace I hadn’t ever known-- I wasn’t a colour anymore, I was me.
Nitika Desai loves writing poetry especially because she can express herself and her thoughts best through this creative medium. Her source of inspiration is Maya Angelou. She aspires to use poetry to spread positivity, awareness and tackle various global issues through a different lens.
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