Desi Queen 

Her mahogany skin

A tapestry resembling her ancestry

Her unruly hair

Has no bound like her courage

Her pigmented lips

Bearing the strength of her Voice

For it is her weapon 

When she battles prejudice

As she speaks for the voiceless

Her body with such curves

Marked with scars that tells her story

She walks with pride

Yet so humble to look at me and smile

She hears them whisper

Snickering behind her back

But she pays no attention

For her Aura has great power

And incinerated their hate

Like flies flying into a light trap

As they were merely insecta

Flying aimlessly in her presence 

The presence of a Lioness

By Damsini Kanthimala