I Am The Way I Am

 Racism, the most common topic nowadays. They say "Beauty comes from inside." Although, only a few believe in it

 "Don't wear that dress, it makes you look fat!" 

"You should wear some makeup, atleast try to hide your scars." 

"Oh no! That colour? That will make you look even darker." 

So what if she has tattoos all over her body, so what is she has green streaks in her hair, so what if she wears a crop top yet she has stretch marks.

She is so alluring, 

I wish I had her hair. 

She is so good-looking, 

I wish I was just as fair. 

She has the perfect smile, 

She is as fine as a wine. 

She has the perfect weight, 

I wish I didnt have to lie about mine. 

But, 

I am smart, 

I always have my friends's back. 

I have a good heart,

But they still call me black. 

But, 

I don't care what they say,

I don't care how much I weigh.

I am better than the rest,

I KNOW I AM THE BEST.

She is beautiful the way she is. Don't try to CHANGE her. CHANGE your thoughts. 

Sunny Side Up!

 We all are familiar with that lazy feel we get on a Saturday morning.

You hate to get out of your bed but at some point you know you have to. For me, that point is usually around 11am, when my father barges into the room and snatches the blanket away for me. I usually haggle around for "15 more minutes" but these days, it seems like a waste of energy.

I prepare my lousy soul to put on the work face and speak in an incohorent manner for a few minutes. However, this Saturday, I was quite energetic.

Father had prepared a special Saturday brunch after almost two years! I absolutely love to eat that.

It was a truly colourful plate consisting of the king of meat, bacon. He added two types of eggs. The toasts were exactly perfect and the poach was round and bright. That red meat was the star of the plate. The chopped and glossy bacon enhanced the whole meal. The brown toast had scrambled eggs on it which was equally scrumptious. In a sentence, the whole plate was nothing but perfection.

This was my Saturday morning and I know that the Sunday will pass away quickly as well. Looking forward to the next weekend but before that, I have to survive through another dreadful week.