b'THE REST OF US STORIESThis skin is bronze skinHealing under the rays of the Sun,This skin is my skinStained with sweat, toil, tears, and mud.This skin is warrior skinYet it bears no medals on its sleeves,This skin is unshackled skinYet still, it struggles to breathe.This skin does not mean labour!It does not mean foreigner!It does not mean danger!This skin is tough skinBeen through a lot skinI mean its hot skin!This skin is golden skinGlowing under the rays of the Sun,This skin is my skinPainted with ancestral blood.Ridhi Kotecha18'