I'm Superb, I'm Beautiful. Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

My soul struggles
In the trappings of a coloured skin.
Often as I look at my face
In the mirror
My inner fear compounds.
I would face the same unkind people
And hear their hateful comments
From near my ears loud-
I'm nothing and I'm no good.

Severals of the questions
Scald my skin
Rip my identity.
I've discovered
Many years of acquaintances
Hid plenty of lies and deceptions.
My tarnished soul
Struggles to run free.

Those words act like whiplashes.
My feet falter.
Blood and tears drip
Inside my mind and soul.
The raging of a battle inside
Seeks time for a quick end.

But I realised-
No one had forced
To accept a sort of slavery
Though years' of conditioning
Gave a false sense
Of beauty and wit
That the other side was blessed with.

I will drop now
My own pretensions.
How could the merciful God
The most perfect being
Who instilled a kind life stream in me
Ever make anything ugly!

I'm no less
Than being superb
And the most beautiful!