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)