She was angry and anxious
Bored and beautiful
Calm and courageous
Delightful and dazzling
Elegant but not easy
Faithful and fierce
Grumpy and great
Harsh and always hungry
Ideal and idiotic
Jealous and jittery
Keen and kind
Lame and lazy
Mad and magical
Naive and nasty
Obedient and oblivious
Panicky and passionate
Quick and quiet
Rare and raw
Sad and salty
Talented and talkative
Unaware and unbiased
Vague and valuable
Wandering and wanting
Young and hated yellow
Zealous and zestful
She was complete!

Brown was the tree trunk
That we hugged when we played
Brown were the leaves in autumn
Delicate and frayed

Brown was the moth
That couldn't stay away from the fire
Brown was the bed
Of my grandfather's pyre

Brown were things
that the poets made poetic
Brown is the colour of my skin
Then why is it not accepted?

I don't know how I got this bad
A depressed mother
A chauvinist dad

I want to run away and start a new life
To be someone's soulmate
To be someone's wife

I cannot cross my dad
He raises his hand
Going against him is domestically banned

And all this while I stand broken
An emotional mess and not well-spoken
But I'm told I victimize-
Myself, and then I'm criticized

So be my guest and judge me mate
But help me out before it's too late
I am looking for happiness and that is all
I would let love be my biggest fall

Too fat, too thin
She felt her body
Was just a sin

Too dark, too light
She couldn't keep up
With this fight

Too smart, too dumb
She felt it all
And felt so numb

And before you gave her
A chance to turn tables
You burdened her down
With all your labels.