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My Skin Is Gold

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My vitiligo skin
My one true ally, blood and kin
This skin, designed by divinity's touch
Is perfection in it's truest form, like velvet on gold rush
Human minds may crawl and shudder in plain sight
But imperfect course is mankind's designated right
Fashioned to see less even with an open mind
With eyes coated with the power to see beauty and style, yet choose to remain blind
From Joseph coat of many colors I was fashioned
To elicit awe with glamorous spots, a unique version
Stripped from my pigment, as a child I felt robbed off my dreams from disgusted stares
Visually harassed, many ogled at my skin, its bold designs and patterns lay in contrasts to theirs
And so from childhood my complexion changed many directions
It got me in chains yet changed me, freeing the beast that loathed attraction
In the garden I was the flower with no scent, I wouldn't bud, my only sin was my scar
If I couldn't be a rose, I will still command attention I said, so I became a tiger
I was born a force, so powerful an uproar from within
Led to the inflammation of my skin
As a child I hated myself, cringing at my skin, I thought I wasn't pretty
How wrong I was to see a beast when all I was, was at best raw beauty
It took age to cure me, even when the dermatologist said my only hope was to endure
Now I know who I am, different shades of beauty and perfection, raw and pure
This body is a diamond, designed to shine bright like the night stars
My vitiligo skin is my shooting star, God's masterpiece disguised as morning scars

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur

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