Colors of the beginning
Oh! Life is so thrilling
Colors of God
many, but not one odd
Colors of the universe
these won’t swerve
Colors of breath
alive, the opposite of death
Color of the skin
does not mean a thing
Colors of self
don’t be someone else
Colors of love
a magic sent from above
Colors of faith
in which many bathe
Colors of power
could make some sour
Colors of content
some things need consent
Colors of happiness
leave me beautifully speechless
Colors of care
there is nothing fair
Colors of hate
just try and not create
Colors of pride
rise, you have enough cried
Colors of patience
do not mistake for silence
Colors of grief
may those be brief
Colors of freedom
it’s for us, now don't succumb
Colors in every corner
makes it all warmer
Without these hues
nothing to choose
It's full of fascination
a foundation for imagination
A world within another
my escape and cover.
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NIDHI SHARMA
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So something happened and it has been eating me from inside. It was not a great day so my husband and I decided to go out and go shopping. We went to this big store just like many stores in the US. I had a list of things I wanted to find, so we went from aisle to aisle searching for them. Sometimes we would even go to random aisles. In between my husband stopped as he got a message on his phone and I was actually losing patience and asked him to come along so that we keep moving. In the middle of the store, as we were entering another aisle section, a black man came rushing towards us. He was already saying something like "you doing hand signs at me, come here you little f*****, huh, huh, huh" and then he suddenly pushed my husband against the aisle. As I was behind, I couldn't believe what just happened to my husband. The man continued, "you little Indian motherf****** you are doing some weird hand signs at me". All of it happened so fast but I could not digest the fact that someone did something to my husband. I had the shopping cart with me and I used it to create a barrier between him and us without the cart touching him. I blurted "what the hell are you doing?" and "we did not do anything" while he was shoving my husband onto the aisle. To which he replied, "shut the hell up b**** I will f*** you up too" and walked away from us and the shopping cart. There were other bystanders who witnessed the "show", they were black too. I wonder what was going on in their mind-- whether to help us or take the side of the man who was harassing us. As the man walked away, he continued saying things like, "you are not special, you Indian motherf*******, you are not black." We said nothing after that and continued shopping in the next aisle and he was nearby. He was still verbally abusing us. We did not flee as we did not do anything wrong. Then another shopper at the store complained and called security. The security guys asked us if he was screaming at us. Not only was he screaming he actually got physical and used bad language. My husband stayed calm throughout and did not say a word. He was the smart one in the situation. I just could not see my most loved one being attacked like that.
By NIDHI SHARMAabout a year ago in Humans
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