Of Copper and Silver

My long, luscious hair with my thick eyebrows,
along with my eyelashes, are all dark and rich.
I pair bright, Red lipstick and gleaming Gold jewelleries,
accentuating the opulence of my Brown skin.

As the sun plays colours on my Brown skin, I turn exotic.
The Golden Olive tinge of my skin becomes Copper,
Turning the hidden shadows Silver in the warmth.
The sun flickers into my round eyes, burning a fiery Brown.

Rooted to the resplendent Earth,
painting over the colours of the sun,
choosing pale and fawn to camouflage into the bland.
But how do you hide such vibrancy of

my Indian body,
made of Copper, made of Silver,
decorated in the colours of the rich earthy metals,
is nowhere to be found.

The globe illuminated by the limited light from screens,
is also a plain white, devout of excitement.
I guess my Indian personality, exuberating fire,
is too much.

No matter, the curves of my body bursting with spice and sensuality,
made of Copper, made of Silver,
Gold-tinted and meticulously wrapped with seven yards of soft silk,
Radiates.

There is no hiding my Indian identity.
Indian Goddesses,
made of Copper, made of Silver,
stand out, strikingly,
with the inability to be whited out.