Since my skin became a sore
To the sights of the racist
Twinly, a joy subjected to his slurrs
When seen at all places
I will share this skin
With touches from the racist's
This black I will never shed
But for my safety
I will wear a mix
Of a flaired skin
I've been christened all sorts
But, the leopard seems next
From the flattering monkey
Who grew in the shackles of despair
In a life too far from fair.
I will be black and white
Partly dark and fair
This could be the need
To make racism nothing
But just a story to tell.
•VITILIGO•
©M.O.A
Onyedikachi; The Cub To The Seven Gods
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