They say beauty’s skin-deep, but the surface is scarred,
Colonizers came from afar, leaving our spirits jarred.
With a brush of their power, they painted the scene white,
Claiming dark is bad, dark is inferior, and dark is powerless.
Traditions and Rituals brought shame to their crown,
But our roots run deeper than the concrete they've sown.
Rituals silenced, dismissed like old lore,
While the songs of our ancestors echo no more.
We were useless but our strength in our bodies made them strong,
We were ignorant, but our knowledge empowered them.
Nature was vibrant, wild, and free,
Now caged in a system, stripped of its glee.
Animals treated like commodities, lost to the grind,
But the heart of the earth is still beating, aligned.
We rise from the shadows, reclaiming our grace,
Celebrating our colors, every shade, every face.
For beauty’s not bound by a colonial frame,
In the richness of diversity, we ignite the flame again.
So we rise.
Embrace every hue, and honor our worth.
Together we stand, hand in hand, strong and bold,
In the tapestry of life, let our stories be told in glory.
Meera Appadoo
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