Poem | Ritika Dutta (@ritika._.dutta) | Overlook the fragile hourglass figure Beyond corsets and pseudo-beauty rules, Endorse thy curves and stretch marks strewn, The dusky skin and frizzy curls, Braille like pimples on the face, Discoloration, bumps and pores; This Body-shaming, I shall pass. Writhing in pain and humiliation, Drenching in rage and insecurity While I lie, Society curses me, Defining and redefining my chastity; 'T was the crop top, The alcohol and the sly behaviour, Set the monster free and blame the slut. This Victim-shaming, I shall pass. Beige and ebony; Negro, They call me names blatantly. Prejudiced minds and stereotypical paradigms, For beauty is all, you care, Betwixt skin colour and bleached smiles. Laugh and scoff all you want, Harass the Black, detain them, White is innocent and pure; Was the rule in your dystopian world. This Black-shaming, I shall pass. Uncanny beards and hideous hijabs, Creates a labyrinth of stigma, You seek refuge in collective blame, Equating Muslim men to terrorists And women to feeble beings. Mediatize and geo-politicize misrecognition, Trembling with Islamophobia, you disparage them. This Muslim-shaming, I shall pass. An illusion, a hormonal imbalance or a mental disorder, Diagnose the queer, for it may be contagious, As hypocrites you slay. Overwhelmed normal humans, Their sexuality is not a phrase, You should get this straight. Lovable are lesbian, gay, bi and the trans, This LGBTQ-shaming, I shall pass.