Monday, May 8, 2017

The White (Wo)man as Saviour



I can feel
the brownness
of my skin,
in your gaze.
In your
desire,
to uplift
the burden of
my brown soul.

I can feel
the brownness
of my skin,
in your touch.
In your
passion,
to fill
the primitive depths
with your light.

I can feel
the heat
of your bomb,
under my skin.
In your
declarations,
to democratize
the backward ways
of my life.









Inspired by my reading of Raka Shome's "Diana and Beyond."

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