Vitiligo

I know they see it,
Their subtle pauses and gazes,
Laid upon my whitened bit.

I tried to hide it for some days,
With crayons for fit,
Yet I felt like a hypocrite.

It drove in during covid,
Coated my skin,
Soul eroded.

I hid it behind a mask,
It was natural because of the virus,
Like a pirate on a diet,
Who desires noncompliance and guidance.

I am tired,
Of the self imposed license,
Let’s be defiant,
Show it to the clients,
Because everyone is blinded,
By their own giants.