No longer beauty

Ishani Synghal

To love the flares of your elders and be proud that they echo in your reflection.*​

*You saw me white light and light white, brighter than shame. You thought my birth would change your pigment saying: this, this is my beauty as if you had never been proud of anything that was yours. But I grew and the moonlight white of your blood and tradition, the paleness you adored, was overshadowed. You forgot that sunlight bleaches objects but darkens human flesh so I wore 90 SPF and Fair and Lovely Beauty Cream. Then, recoiling at your likeness, you turned away from me. In your wake, a winter storm of bitter ice between us, and all you said was: december suits you  

Ishani Synghal is a first year MFAW candidate at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. She is a poet first, but also writes creative non-fiction essays. Selected works are set to appear in the upcoming September 2020 issue of Levee Magazine. Ishani is based out of Chicago, San Francisco, and New York City.

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