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In God's good world, no jokes There are simply all kinds of folks Some are fair, some are brown Some are poor, some wear a crown But a few, In a hundred just two Have on their skin May be chin Or on their shin A patch of white Like a dappled light Light! Did you say Light! The patch looks lovely bright But for many This patch of light Is not a good sight Mothers freeze! Fathers trapeze!! What sins we did To deserve such a kid The first reaction Is to hide and cover Let not any one discover! Don't show your charms Cover your arms Wear long sleeves In the sultry heat Difficulties count Anxieties mount All specialists fail Tall claims derail! Then everyone is set On the Internet Where Quacks loot They need the boot!
Soon the white patch Grows and spreads The sun makes it A little red But touch it, tickle it, Lick it, twitch it, It feels like any other Patch of skin A little faded perhaps Otherwise all akin. The story begins now For we must question how A white patch on the face A bit of skin on the surface Can become so sore And affect the core! How can it traumatize? How can it paralyze? HIV and AIDS Let us face Are threatening To wipe out The human race But how can Vitiligo Harmless, not even skin deep Can cause trauma so deep? It's time we spoke the thruth And nail the lie. Vitiligo is not a disease It is just state where The body's share Of melanin Color pigment Grows a little thin. That's ALL.
People with Vitiligo And God has been kind Have a very healthy body AND an equally healthy mind So move AHEAD Learn More, Care More Share Skills, Change Lives We've split the atom But not our Prejudice It's time to celebrate Our differences Celebrate the confluence Of Ying and Yang Of Dark and White The splendid hues of Differences and dignity Nature hates monocultures Both of body and the mind You will find this strewn on leaves Most leaves are dark, others pale But a few leaves are both dark and pale These leaves are often overrated Scientists call them VARIEGATED. So if you ever meet A child with white patch She might be sulking Miserable, in a catch Make her feel great Touch her soul Lift her self-esteem So that she feels liberated And her spirits Can soar. - A poem by Arvind Gupta arvindtoys@gmail.com
skipping a few breathes the sweat trickles down the neck down the cleavage and onto the midrib it dries up fast before it goes further the salt remains like the patch of vitiligo white on brown skin aesthetically speaking it is appealing this combination of colours not the white not the brown but the two together not for long though till one over powers the other and there you are then either brown or white. -by Mrs. Manmeet
I look at my arms and see a poison covering me sneaking up where everyone can see why is this happening to me? my mom says I’m special I say I’m a freak I’m tired of seeing it week after week Sometimes when I’m happy I forget for a minute that it’s covering me and then some nosey person reminds me why nosey person did you remind me? What happened to you? You got a bad sunburn? Were you in a fire? Why would you ask me such a question? Would you ask a one legged girl where was her other leg? No way, that would be evil, considered mean The worst are innocent little children just wondering, confused by this strange looking person they feel they have to know a reason but I guess they are just human beings wondering, nosey not understanding the depression they are handing me on a platter in front of my face serving up sadness from a lonely place one you can only know if you slowly watch your skin go go away turn this awful white when you would rather go out at night so no one will see the bright white the feeling of being the only one in jeans 24-7 is not exactly my kind of heaven hot and sweaty with these long pants just so no one gets a glance I wish I could know why this happened to me to press a magic button and be set free to look in the mirror and only see me people say it doesn’t matter if you’re black or white they mean race I mean skin color it doesn’t matter if you’re one or the other but how about both, right next to each other. -by Ruby
You came into my life, was there a reason? Wherever Emily goes, you go, you pesky vitiligo. One day it will be just her, healthy through and through. Slowly you'll leave her, until the day that you're gone. I won't miss you a bit. I won't see you again, you pesky vitiligo. One day I will say, vitiligo, where did you go? Was there a reason that you left? We made many changes, which one worked? You are a puzzle, vitiligo. -by Eric Fricker
