Racism Has Nothing on Me
I hate the skin I walk in.
There are more to these words than race.
Let me introduce you to my world, our world. The world of imperfection.
When I walk I feel the stares of disdain. The scars that mark my body are a curse which I will have to bare till the day I will die. Never sure if a man feels pity for my alienated skin. Children look at me like I’m a lab rat some are too scared to touch, much less look. Perhaps I am because God let my so precious skin be removed from me so painfully. Try imagining taking a bath and feel your skin wash away.
I can’t wear anything that shows off my skin. I am as hairy as a monkey. It’s ok for a man but a lady no, my genetics betrayed me. I can’t help but wonder what a hairy woman was thinking marrying a hairy man. It is like knowing you are both of genotype SS and still going ahead to do it. Human blanket was the nickname I was forced to adopt. Try smiling when a man tells you he should be afraid of you because you have progressive male hormones.
I am Princess Fiona, only the inverse. The sun is the curse. If I step out, people can literally puke at the site of me. A ray of sunshine and I’ll be a monster. I too was betrayed by genetics, lupus is the curse. In order to step out I must be fully covered up. Try living knowing that the sun fries you like an omelet, sunny side up.
Ever seen a 24 year old lady without breasts? Let me introduce you to my condition, hypogonadism which in simple words is delayed puberty. I might act my age but I sure as hell don’t look it. Facts say the condition is more common with males than it is with females. So what went wrong with me? I guess Mother Nature played me.
Racism has nothing on us.
There are more to these words than race.
Let me introduce you to my world, our world. The world of imperfection.
When I walk I feel the stares of disdain. The scars that mark my body are a curse which I will have to bare till the day I will die. Never sure if a man feels pity for my alienated skin. Children look at me like I’m a lab rat some are too scared to touch, much less look. Perhaps I am because God let my so precious skin be removed from me so painfully. Try imagining taking a bath and feel your skin wash away.
I can’t wear anything that shows off my skin. I am as hairy as a monkey. It’s ok for a man but a lady no, my genetics betrayed me. I can’t help but wonder what a hairy woman was thinking marrying a hairy man. It is like knowing you are both of genotype SS and still going ahead to do it. Human blanket was the nickname I was forced to adopt. Try smiling when a man tells you he should be afraid of you because you have progressive male hormones.
I am Princess Fiona, only the inverse. The sun is the curse. If I step out, people can literally puke at the site of me. A ray of sunshine and I’ll be a monster. I too was betrayed by genetics, lupus is the curse. In order to step out I must be fully covered up. Try living knowing that the sun fries you like an omelet, sunny side up.
Ever seen a 24 year old lady without breasts? Let me introduce you to my condition, hypogonadism which in simple words is delayed puberty. I might act my age but I sure as hell don’t look it. Facts say the condition is more common with males than it is with females. So what went wrong with me? I guess Mother Nature played me.
Racism has nothing on us.
-JayB
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