Don't Be

Please, don't hide your face.

Please, don't give up.

Please, don't let us win.

I don't want to see

Your dark skin turn pale white.

I don't want to see

Your black hair turn bleach blonde.

I don't want to see

Your smart brown eyes turn blue.

I don't want to see

Me, when I look back at you.

I hate this life, I hate this place.

But I see it taking over.

I want to stop it, I want to help you.

But I am one of them.

It's up to you, there's one last hope.

But you won't follow through.

I will cry, to me you've died.

But I can't give up just yet.

I don't want to see

Your dark skin turn pale white.

I don't want to see

Your black hair turn bleach blonde.

I don't want to see

Your smart brown eyes turn blue.

I don't want to see

Me, when I look back at you.

Please, just don't give up.

Please, don't let us win.

Please don't change to be the same.

Just please don't hide your face.

See . . .

I don't have a special bindi . . .

But I see who you are inside.

Please, don't let us change you.

Please . . .

Don't be ashamed.

Bindi - The "dot" that (some) Indians wear on their forehead. It symbolizes a third eye, and the third eye is used to look inside of people. It's there to remind them to look beyond what they see with their own two eyes.

A/N: I feel so helpless . . . I'm experiencing something that I'm pretty sure none of you have ever felt. I see two sides fighting, and my friends are on one side, fighting against mine. I agree with them, I want to fight with them but I can't. All I can do is to root them on, and let them fight for me. But . . . They're giving up.

Neha isn't as aggressive as I am, but I can't fight for her. She needs to fight for herself, because I can't save the Indian culture. I'm not Indian. It's awful, knowing I can't do anything. But, just remember: no matter where you're from, never, ever, ever be ashamed of your culture.

Please fight for me Neha. I'm falling apart.