There's a brighter side to her skin,

The one that has never 

Lessened her chance to win,

In life or otherwise,

She's never had to disguise,

In her illuminating presence

Even the suppressed 

Begin to gradually rise.

 

The eternally attached patch

Catches attention; side-eye glances,

Some curious and some peculiar,

But it doesn't give her fear,

She has won her battles,

Born amongst the cattle,

She believes that she is 

A rare creation of God

And not mere deficiency;

She hasn't found the need

To use a make-up mask,

I could use some of her 

Light to bask. 

 

The city-creeps talk,

And the stereotypes stalk

But she's never had to disguise,

In her illuminating presence

Even the suppressed 

Begin to gradually rise.