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