Anxious Skin

There is color in my skin

Where certain spots

The sun chooses to dance leaving warm

Dark paint splatters along the way.

The other parts don't have the same fate,

Where the  light, blank patches were, the dark should have been.

An unfinished canvas no one knows 

Who painted

But it belonged.

Just like the stars that glow brightly in the sky.

Their existence, a mystery but accepted.

But so am I. 

As the days go by my agitation grew,

Whether it was from work or school I could not tell

But my skin knew.

The paint splatters transitioned from brown to white

Making the canvas look more untouched. 

As if the artist and the sun looked at me now

With spite. 

The light in my eyes shifted to darkness

One i wish my skin could do too

As i looked at it with more hate than love

With others mocking me like royalty from above. 

With their seamless and spotless skin. 

While my own body continued to attack itself from within.

Now looking like a silly, patchwork design.

But as time flew by I came to remember

The stars in the sky that glittered above

The uncoordinated, scattered, beautiful sight

Brings the light back in my eyes as i saw the messy patches and lines

Of my skin. 

As time flew by all i saw was panic

Of women flying to cosmetics and beauty supplies

Just because of their own hatred for their skin

The skin i thought was better than mine

Way more prettier than my patches and lines. 

But as i looked at my skin and the night sky i knew

The compare and contrast wouldn't last

For we are all human, no matter where or how we grew.