Dear Society Poem by Sona Khajuria

Its not about me how i look,
Its not about me how i cook.
Its not about me how i speak.
Its not about, how i should be.
Its about you...
Its about your mentality.
Its about your inner blackness,
That intrudes into my world of happiness.
Insisting me to behave like a robot.The taboo of frankness makes me go blank.
Do me a favour...
Flip your mind, just like a coin.
And see me through my eyes.
I am more than your half truths about me.
Shake your crown of biasedness, have an eye upon real me.
I am more than this skin.
I am more than this pulsing vein.
I am more than these hair.
I am more than this blackness and fair.
I am more than you can explore about me.
I am a deep rooted seed, you can't dig and see beneath.
I am that glittering night star, wandering high sky free.
Beyond your eyes,
Beyond your senses.
Beyond your line of differentiation.Beyond your breakable fibre of appreciation.
Beyond your thoughts is me.
Beyond this societial competitive fight is me.
Because i am ME.
A soul careless about you.
I can't breathe in your world of mystery and fury.
So don't try to entangle me into your judgemental theory.