Whether you were near or away from the Equator,
You ought to have the tone which you assumed to be better
You tried to apply balm, creams, multi-colored ointments,
Still, you couldn’t get rid of the obvious resentments
Did you think it was NOT because of the color of your skin?
Or your short-sightedness or your current/last birth’s sin
You gave up, gave in and considered yourself inferior,
You let them have it, for superficial fun, you ruined your interior
How does it matter, what is the shade you have now, your life’s up for bids
You learned it from your elders and taught the same to your kids
Be Black, White and Asian like panda, they said
But you handed over your soul to the rules they laid
Till when will you wait, to raise your voice?
Most of it anyways will fade into the noise
It would work better if you could do see a bit,
First stop applying yourself any Skin Whitening Shit