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It's Tough But Not Impossible Bodhisattwa Parekh The shade I wear is not a choice. But for history’s paint. A shadow falls. A whispered doubt, A quickened step away. The label sticks, though I wash my hands clean. They see the colour first. A tough job, but I must fight to break it. The sharp edge of unfairness. But underneath the skin, A current runs deep. Ancestors breathing through my voice. I stand with firmness. A tower built on broken glass, Still reaching for the unfiltered sun. Unbent. Lines: 16 Topic ▶︎ |