Thoughts

There are a lot of imitations, impersonations in the world Girls apply skin lightening creams In the hope that there will find the man of their dreams One with a 6 pack who always gyms Many of the women go to a lot of extremes Under the knife she goes to have a breast enlargement Hoping that it will surge her odds of engagement Society has a pre conceived mentality that dark toned girls are not glamorous Nowadays somatic augmentations have become famous They say beauty is skin deep But many of these girls would change their looks in a beep Even if it costs them as much as a Jeep Beauty is defined as per Hollywood standards Many want to look like Hollywood actresses They believe it will release their stresses Many resort to theft to buy those fancy dresses They bemoan their own local seam-stresses Many spend their last penny In their defence they say they do not want to look like a Jenny Nowadays its natural beauty versus artificial beauty The latter part is winning I am no genie But my wish is to see the former winning She shies away from her complexion Peer pressure tells her lighten your complexion Overnight she has turned into a yellow-bone It signals a start of a new dawn She always wanted to be a supermodel like clone The skin lightening craze has taken over like a Caribbean cyclone She has so much face powder she looks like a clown Tip toeing like she is going to break a leg, in high heels strolling into town Unbeknown to her are consequences of lightening all she craves is the beauty crown Fast forward years from now her skin, some shades greyish, some brown Her skin resembles that of a person with camouflage Her former self now seems like a distant mirage Society shapes us to be who we are Never be overtaken by the far-fetched fake notions of society Dark skinned as you are do not be tempted to be yellow Do not be fooled your skin is mellow I don’t enjoy much of jokes or any man’s company I have never shared my love with no one, nor have I called any honey Mine is not a profound fear of losing money But rather I enjoy being alone whether it’s cold or sunny Once I was told no man exist as an island by my granny I never took her words to mind I try not to poke into other people’s lives, my own business I mind Never in my life have I wanted to socialise I keep to myself away from the prying social eyes Such is I can’t remember a single day I socialised, not even when they hypnotise Speaking to someone, feels uncomfortable like my hip is on ice I am a proud gauche I enjoy much my solitude Mine is rather an inimical attitude I only care about three people Me, Myself and I, I don’t need any friends I don’t live for the public eye Riding solo, I am the modern day lone ranger On my life they have put a wager Some say I will fail Some say I will succeed in my solitude All I know is that I am the King of solitude The Cryptic One They say he is a loner, They say he is a nerd He coils away from the public domain He lives in his own secluded realm He shies away All he wants is to be loved But the so called normal distaste him No friend, no family of his own To them he is just a simple pawn He sits alone from dusk to dawn His cheeks forever soiled with tears In the human mind he is the definition of abnormality He is just human, he has dignity To the “Normal” people he is just Cryptic People will say to you we don’t understand you and you are weird just calmly reply “People are not books that need to be understood.”(Kundai Edward Pfumayaramba)