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“Whitewashed World (The Sonnet)

I once sent my sonnets for an official recognition,
They rejected me saying, I lack skill and significance.
It's a white people's world after all, like it or not,
We wouldn't want the little white poets to take offence!
My skin doesn't radiate the glory of talcum powder,
So I'm supposed to be thankful for the white hand-me-downs.
Mine is not to seek recognition in a whitewashed world,
Mine is to keep on struggling with my vigor's last ounce.
In a world where top white export is but oppression,
Everything is ten times less difficult if you are white.
A mermaid of color tickles the conquerors the wrong way,
White people's Nobel disproportionately goes to the whites.
Whether you recognize me or not, I neither care nor mind.
The reason I write this, so humankind becomes human and kind.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Corazon Calamidad: Obedient to None, Oppressive to None

“Melanin Maniacs (The Sonnet)

White guy writes a couple of sonnets and plays,
And he is idolized as an olympian deity.
Colored guy smashes the paradigm to ashes,
And it warrants absolute unacceptability.
Apparently, greatness is only greatness,
If it can be credited to a caucasian.
Otherwise they only end up pondering,
What's the deal with this non-white person!
It's a sad, sad world we live in,
All the advancement is on the outside.
Inside we are dumber than Donald Duck,
Which has ruined all hope for real insight.
Enough of this obsession with white aphrodisiacs!
It's time to act as humans, and not melanin maniacs.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Corazon Calamidad: Obedient to None, Oppressive to None