Black Lives Matter (Too)

I am black, but I am not a volcano.

I burn to ashes inside when you silently say “no."

God painted me black just the way he put white on you.

It hurts me when you hate black but like green, yellow, or blue.

I may have different perceptions, but I see the same.

Then why am I the only one to who people aim?

My blood is red, my heart wants to love, and even our fleshes match.

You don’t trust me and even wary of others — “Don’t believe’em, there’s a catch”!

In public places, you stand aloof and estrange me.

I feel so belittled that my self-esteem makes my soul wants to flee.

You talk astringent when you have to when we are in a queue.

You say — You don’t look completely black, what exactly are you?

I just want to say, "Why do you feel this world is your own place?"

Be it schools or jobs; you are just waiting to efface.

In the eyes of the Almighty, we all stand equally tall

So, let’s erase this mindset of big and small

Before being unjust, just pause and stall

You’ll find a very silly reason for this inhuman brawl

Being the obedient children of our universal father

Let’s end this quarrel by making our hearts broader.