Two baldy ladies sitting
Beside me were cracking jokes
On the complexion of
Another lady they know.
They are fair but have lost
Their hair and fairness of mind.
If they had not criticized the
Black lady, perhaps their
Ugliness of mind and body
Were my eyes' behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written....vivid is the complexion of the inhibition in the society... we don't embrace to truth, try to circumvent........