My skin

The colour of wheat

Mariyam Haider
Sep 3, 2018 · 2 min read
Photo by Ramez E. Nassif on Unsplash

She does not look like you,

Perhaps after her father?

Said people, looking at my fair mother.

And my complexion.

I heard the first time, a colour existed.

Called wheat, by most. Less fair, by few.

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Mariyam Haider

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I notice mostly common things. People. Food. Nature. End up writing about their uncommon features. Other writings: https://muckrack.com/mariyam-haider

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