Sindhuja

My black is beautiful

Myy skin is alluvial soil no one can wash it out in the term of “fair”

My eyes are  pieces of coal, it shows colors of all color

My ears wont listen to your scathing talk

My lips sounds out the beauty of dark nights

My hair flows like dark clouds rule the sky awaits for blissfull rain 

My hands penned down pain of dark and deep that my words of the poetry

My gaits strides towards the liberation of oppressed people Beauty lies on the people thoughts, humanity,love, affection,faith.... 

I m proud wear to Black 

So My black is beautiful