Who are you to say that
My clothes are rags and worn out?
That walking barefooted,
Embracing the green hairs of the earth,
Might be uncomfortable for me?
Who are you to say that
The mud make up I use
Is not good for my skin?
That it is a catalyst to my aging and wrinkling skin?
Who are you to say that
My bone structure is the sign of malnutrition?
That the assets I possess are not proportionally aligned
Or due to a deficiency in my diet?
Who are you to say that
The river that fed my generations,
Is contaminated and the cause of my illnesses?
Who are you to say that
My beautiful hut is neither comfortable nor spacious?
And that the dung I use for waxing smells?
Who are you to say that
Cooking on the ground outside my hut
Is not good for my posture?
Before you criticize
Or look down on me
Or pass judgment and label me
Find out who you are first
Learn to embrace where you are
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