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It's Golden Brown...

In my country
I am treated so well,
that there is not a single moment
I thought of staying under the veil.

Whenever I went to shop for my meal;
they always offered the dual combo deal.
But I didn't want the combo,
rather something which would fit my diet.
Diet that would make me look thin and smart;
though that wasn't my real appetite.

But I had to change my taste,
because society taught me that is what is best;
for me, for her and for all our fat ladies out there.
Else people will talk for wearing dresses, which are partially bare.
So, you see the amount of love that I get,
and mind you, this is not body shaming.
Because right from my childhood
I have been taught
that it is cute if someone is naming.
Naming that hurts you the most,
and makes you realise that beauty also comes with a cost.

But what about Jane?
My friend, who is insane,
and is always busy buying cosmetics;
because for her, it is more important to flaunt her aesthetics.
Because without those products, she feels that she would be vile.
But who will make her understand that all those would ultimately get futile?
Because black was the colour she was born with;
that is the colour that would remain.
All these beauty products and cosmetics will all go to vain!

Just for a moment, look at Cheryl Haworth,
Deena Castor, Jennifer Parilla or Stacey Bowers.
They are fat, tall, short, thin and black,
but ignore all, and look at their powers.

They are the winners of bronze, silver and Gold;
but alas! There also you will see colours, determining the ranks to be sold!
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  1. Unknown13 August 2017 at 11:51

    Hi, a great piece of writing. i especially liked the papragraph about Jane and her cosmetics.

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  2. Minakshi14 August 2017 at 02:39

    Nice and interesting reading. Really like the topic of jane . I also think colour does nt matter at all its the real power of person that goes with him or her.

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    1. DEBOJIT14 August 2017 at 02:50

      Thanks Minakshi. I felt the same; a topic which is in trend now. Need to spread awareness.

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  3. Sonja Josipovic14 August 2017 at 03:25

    Beautiful peace of writing! Like the most the topic of jane.

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    1. DEBOJIT14 August 2017 at 03:41

      Thanks Sonja. I guess it is such a sensitive topic which is trending unfortunately.

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  4. Rebecca Swenor21 August 2017 at 04:03

    This is an interesting post indeed. It is interesting to me that there is so many women that can relate to this person. Thanks for sharing this story.

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