The pigmentation of my skin
Is proof I haven’t stayed within
On days it was convenient.
The absent arches of my feet
Are proof that even smoothened streets
Are barely any lenient.
I’ve walked the forest and the park,
I’ve walked with owls and the lark,
I’ve walked without a snide remark,
Though legs were disobedient.
You squish and pinch my Teddy whole
And think I’m made for Panda rolls?
You have to feel my calloused soles
To know my true ingredient.
Minakhi Misra 