You may never know
What it likes to feel
To be unwanted
To be discriminated
Or you do know
But I don't  know about you
I care for myself

Back in the childhood
A girl was born
She was cute
But she was not praised
For all they cared...
She was ebony,
She was thin

She grew a little,
She was praised
Because of her raven hair
But then it was gone
For her mother,
Didn't wanted her hair to be ruined.

The raven grew again
Raven gone again
The cycle continued
For all the child knew.

She grew old
Now she was 6,
Her mom stopped the shaving,
But continued the cutting.

The girl was innocent,
For all she thought
She was beautiful,
But what other thought
That she didn't know.

She was ebony skinned,
People didn't praised it,
They called her black
She was titled the black.... Berry

She was talented
But her talent was not praised
For all other cared....
She was ebony,
And an ebony is not praised.

The raven didn't give up
For all she knew...
She was ebony
But the talent ran in her blood

Her mother stopped the cutting
And started the growing
The cycle continued
For all she knew

Now she is teen
She is only seventeen
She is still the black ebony
For all other know

But....
Deep inside she is fair
She doesn't judge by people's colour
But by their heart
She is mature than others
Because she is the raven haired girl
Ebony skinned girl
Novel crazed person
She has a message to say
' Iam not black,
so stop calling me black.
Its ebony skinned. And dark complexion people...
are beautiful.
Compare....
their face cut, hair, eyes, lips, cheeks, personality.
Trust me its more whiter than anything.
They don't tease the white,
then why should the whites tease them???
Nobody's color is black,
but those...
who judges people....
by their skin colour...
are surely black
Be the white from the inside
Be the person you were raised to be
Not the monster you grew hated to be'

This poem is based on my life, what i faced. I cant change the past. But i want to change people's thinking.
I get angry when they tease me. But i cant get anything done by being angry. But at least, i can reach hundreds minds by writing.
I'm proud of what I'm. I don't care if I'm dark skinned or not. But I care if I'm heart filled or heart holed.