“I hate the color brown”

In a world of black and white,

and a dozen shades of grey,

In a world of monochrome bliss,

Brown is the sociopath of the group.

Meet Brown.

She loves being Brown,

but attacks others who are like her.

Brown lives in the same community as others,

but she is disgusted by her neighbors’ spices.

Brown has smart kids,

but she degrades other kids of their class.

Let’s try this again:

Meet Brown.

Brown has green friends,

and she loves showering them with sweets.

Brown goes to buy bread for the family,

where she blends in between sugarcanes.

Brown loves her home,

and she’ll defend it with her heart.

Brown has a heart,

but what color is it?

It’s bleeding red;

no one can categorize which blood belongs to whom.

Because they’re all in the dirt,

the Brown dirt.

There, no one can tell which brown is who;

that’s because they’re all covered in brown.

Brown of the earth.

Welcome to the Partition of 1947.

The largest forced migration known to history.

Where the only thing parting is hearts,

shedding blood in its dusty trail. 

Where the blood stains the land,

and the Browns burn red with hatred. 

Where Brown goes beyond a color,

and when everyone is a bit sociopathic.