Just Because of my skin color, Do I have to suffer?

Day 3: Skin. Prose Poem. Internal Rhyme.

Here is my assignment for Day 3 which I have no clue whether makes sense ? I clearly am writing this with no much experience! A first hand try in this Prose poetry and a totally new topic to deal with! The moment I read the topic for the day, I knew what I was about to write ~ Racism! A normal scene in the world of today! I wrote this in accordance with a story by ‘Umm Zakiyyah’ ~ the Hearts We Lost! It has held me tight on my seat! She ‘Iman’ was mistreated by her blood relatives, so how is she supposed to expect respect from others? Be with me through this emotional poetry she writes, I really don’t know how much she must have gone through but I hope I express this right! Please bear with my mistakes and let me know whether I’ve done justice to the topic we have received! As you already know, your comments are something I reach out for! 😉 

Sometimes I look at my Skin, wondering could it be a sin. Just because of my skin color, do I have to suffer? Looking at Hasna I know I’m not the lucky one! Having same parents doesn’t mean we look like One! She inherited those hazel eyes and fair skin, making sure the on lookers were left amazed therein! While I was left with a total rummage, which comes down the line in my dad’s lineage! My mom had married against her parent’s wish, as she never believed in racial discrimination as demonish! As a result of her family’s stand, me and dad were literally banned! Being like my mom she was privileged, she got to accompany her to see our maternal lineage! Everyone still blames mom for marrying my ‘Black’ dad, never did once they consider us humans, sad! What my mother did was a crime unforgivable, but when mom went with baby Hasna her being accepted was typical! Still the injustice of her Pakistani desi culture unnerved my mommy, as my colors and looks made my acceptance a bomb! Once having known this face of reality, I had to keep that distance from this world of cruelty!

But in spite of these, I still don’t understand why the bond between me n Hasna has to freeze! Should I not be the one to hate her for her looks though? Is it coz I’m mommy’s baby girl God knows! I hope one day she realizes the favors she receives, instead of being rude and stubborn maybe show me a minimal care I deserve! Now looking at Hasna’s fiancé, my thoughts wandered back to the deepest betray! I am fat, dark and unattractive, why do I even dream of having a man desiring? My grandparents who are my closest relatives, fail to accept I am even alive! So let alone what he may desire!

Still I wonder what to call myself, a Pakistani – American- Black American or an Outlander self!? Just because of my skin color, do I have to suffer? I ponder!