Faded from its own dry texture
It peels and cracks as I move
Embarrassingly, to cover my shame
Contemplating its continuous existence
I peak at those who stare, wonder and know
Am I a carrier as well?
Does this disease afflict me?
The mosaic crowd is dizzying
As I strain to focus on topical deformities
On others, from light to dark
Shades of distinctions conceal the few
But not all
From my visions of commonality
The sun beats down on us as we crave moisture
Yearn for the cover of coolness
In the shade of concealment
How can I sustain my Darkness when the Light returns?
Ever but slightly, upon me
Surfacing so quickly, that
No desire of equal acceptance is wanted
So I choose the natural choice, the only choice
But yet, as the summer solstice arrives
It has its way
On my skin, my complexion
again
As my indignity emerges for amusement
To those without the affliction
Without the infection
Still, we suffer in silence
As I return back to the sanctity of my abode
Covering myself with the relief of the ancients
The oils of the Nile, the precious balms of the Goddesses
I struggle to penetrate the psyche
So that my life tomorrow will not reveal
The discolored, flaking of my
Ashy grey elbows, knees and feet
Author notes
I will explain if you don't understand. But - My mom hated ashy needs when we wore shorts and kept a jar of vasiline in her purse for those embarrassing moments
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Comments
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LOL
This is a trip, my mom hated it and still does, she used to put vaseoline on our faces, so we would looked greases from head to toe, shiny, LOL, thanks for the laugh, Thank you for sharing and keep them coming.
raingoddess
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You know what?
my mom did the same thing
I think all the ole school mom/grandmoms did that. Great imagery on this. Good luck and thanks for sharing.
ephiphany♥
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