Vitiligo

I learned to fear to love myself

I feared the hateful words that targeted my skin

For years I slowly began to love myself

Embrace the white spots that peppered my skin

 

It only takes one bully

One douche, one jerk

To instantly replace the love of my body that took yeras to rebuild 

and refurnish it with hate and disgust

 

Now I've learned to avoid looking in the mirror too long

I've realized sometimes it's not okay to be different

Sometimes it's okay to hide

This poem is about: 
Me

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