Wherever I go or whatever kind of place I am,
I always see a billboard with a woman
A white skin, a straight hair, a long nose, a small face
The ideal beauty that every woman wish.
My friends always say my rich chocolate skin is ugly
I would be much prettier without it.
They said my curly hair looks like a broom without a handle
My height is “too small” for an old teenager.
All these years I just swallow everything,
As I’m inferior than most of women I’ve seen.
In my class I was the only one with much darker skin,
That’s why “nigger” is my name.
All these years I just learn to love,
My height, my skin, my imperfections and doubts
I don’t blame God for making me this
I just hate the standard beauty I need to achieve.
I’d never seen a much darker Filipina in any advertisement
I’d never seen a woman with my color been praised
I’d never experience someone told me “You’re skin is very pretty”
All I can hear is “what ifs” from people with narrow heads in terms of real beauty.
Beauty isn’t about my skin color or my height or my hair
Beauty is about uniqueness and being fair
Beauty isn’t about fashion and beauty trends
Beauty is the ability to appreciate someone for whom they’ve been.
I tell them that beauty isn’t always what you can see.
It’s an illusion and a fallacy,
It’s a kind of perception with different meaning,
No standard beauty is alike as we’re peculiar being.
Yet people put label on things,
If you’re dark, you’re ugly; if you’re white, you’re pretty
When in fact beauty is just temporary,
What beneath that flawless skin wasn’t a doll,
What remains that pretty face was a skull.
Yes, they might be gorgeous with their skin, their hair, their height
But how about the inside of their heart?
Is it white and flawless as they’ve been?
Or darker than the darkest of a human skin?
It’s like telling God how ugly and unpleasant everything He creates.
As if there still a beauty left after death.
As if God will asked how beautiful you are on Earth,
As if He cared more about your face and not your deeds.