Hidden are the wonders.
Antiseptic power?
Whitening ingredients?
Anti blemish?
And all that perjury.
Shameless claim?
Or guiltless blame?....
Factories born.
Darkness scorned?
Anti tan.
Grab your man?
Buy. Daub. Chafe???
Pasty potion.
And what is to gain?
Identity?...or false reflection?
Self image?...or developed delusion?
Wrinkles prove my joy.
Tan, my glowing health.
If I may choose to have the pigmentation, spare me
I need not your advice.
Or your critical gaze.
Need not your mask.
Nor your unguent and emolument.
My selfhood defines me
My identity is not coloured.
I censure our social order.
I blame the male sex.
Your sexist perception…
It is unfair.
We are not.
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