You rocked my world when you first came into my life- 13 years ago.
You were my 9/11.
I tried to hide your first few spots
with a Band- Aid.
You were my extra marital affair-
to be kept hidden from family and friends.
You filled my thoughts, my hours and my days.
I could think of nothing else.
You consumed me.
Your passion was brutal- you drained me
and robbed me of my melanin
pigment by pigment- I was putty in your hands.
You seduced me
with treatment options
Steroid creams, Ayurveda, Chinese herbs, PUVA and NB-UVB.
Your kisses left spotted evidence
on my neck, my cheeks, my hands, my eyes
which I tried to cover up-
with Turtle necks
long sleeved tops
and fancy sunglasses.
Oh! Mrs. Jain..."your colourful tights are so in".
And those scarves-
Little do they know-
I'm keeping you all to myself
You are my secret lover- I'll bear your bruises in private.
You took me to the dark side
I clawed my way back
Bring it on you bastard - I am ready to break free.
The doctor said,
"Consider yourself lucky-
It's not cancer."
The husband said,
"I bagged a great deal-
A BOGOF- married a brown girl, got a white one for free- Yipee!"
I quit the doctor
kissed the husband.
You are a part of me and always will be
A topsy- turvy fantasy
a threesome- you, me and hubby.
All the hullabaloo caused by the new Miss America made me think about pigmentation and hence my letter above. I have lived with Vitiligo for thirteen odd years and see myself as 'a-patchy-Indian' (Apache Indian) :)
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In case you are wondering about Vitiligo ( also known as leucoderma), here's an explanation: