The norm, rules and standard are
Imperfect concepts - man made
Never mattered ....to
Those who walk to the beat of
a different drum
We smashed and throttled the
Rule of Thumb
We are dappled
Lacking understanding, and faith
You’ve always grappled....so
Shift your paradigm, and change your mind
Look through our eyes
You will see the beauty, transition and power
Then come to realize
Bold Patterns, our designs are by the most high
They dapple our skin
It is a glorious new world, no need to hide
My Vitiligo kin
aka Vitiligo Tone
(Presented at our 2015 Vitiligo Conference)
As an adolescent,
Was that my complection,
Could never change directions,
And I didn't accept my skin,
Till one day it donned on me
I'm turning white so I better enjoy being black as long as I can,
Diagnosed before i knew
Michael had it
And it made me feel like
Martin Luther King
stripped from his dream,
Made people love it
Some tried to make me hate it,
On the next I'd never wish it
It took years to love my pigment,
Never met or seen a person with it
Till I had it for 15,
Thought it was just me
At least that's how the shit seemed,
Came out of no where
Can't hurt me but can't cure it,
Forced to endure it
It's made my kind the purest,
And I never really hid it
Convinced that GOD did it,
And Only 1% of the world
can say they live wit it
the only in my family
some would beg the differ
But that's not what was said to me
A spontaneous combustion from within
That leads to the discolorization of the skin,
Tried make up once
Felt like a lie
Cause yea I look like the "norm"
But the real me was in disguise
I was conceited at a young age
Thought I looked the best,
Then GOD touch me
And the Vitiligo took effect
and I knew something was strange,
And when the dermatologist said
I shut down for years
But I always had talent
And that kept me at the forefront
Pretending to be balanced
Made my own circles
Fleed from rejection
To deal with it head on
I made my name my complection
By Chanel Michelle Mishall - Inspiration: Psalms 1:1-3 (10/1/14)
To child bare causes tears; To dream bare causes pain.
That child in the womb, she must be planted, watered, nurtured to grow
Why do tears disillusion?
Is she not a seed planted in Earth- like the tree?
Is she not to sprout up green and lush with a wide trunk - healthy, sturdy, secure and free?
Creation is forming her - full term gestation Woman.
Her fight through abortion "... Will anyone value the gift that is within?"
If it is only she that loves her...She will thrive to fullness...Flourishing in the midst of foes and friends
Her branches reach out and extends comfort as her own tears water her roots
The tree that cried herself to life stands still
Unshaken by earthquakes, bowing in the hurricanes, yielding to the winds, surrendering to the snows
Her form submits to the impediments of her mother nature
Determined to take in life from the source: sun or moon or star or sea or lake or stream or tear
Drunken photosynthesis; Her well of inward strength pours; Her moans are whales of audacity
She cannot move, A lightning bolt decapitates her branch of hope;
Severed, She cries, Severed, She grows, A morbid cycle, Life bearing pain, Pain bearing life.
The cord - Cut - The connection - Chopped - Her well - Empty.
No one will hear her fall, No one will hear her cry, Everyone will see her grow, This is what trees do...
Pastor Perry L. Riley - Houston, TX (7/2013)
No need for validation, I’m already stamped with approval,
An approval not from arrogance or conceit, but one of humble assurance
knowing that I’ve been sketched by the hands of the master,
Yes, I’m Custom Designed!!
Custom designed because there will never be another like me,
Just as a tailor patterns a tailor made suit:
The specifications of my character are infinite,
The measurements of my depth and abilities is ever evolving,
The quality of my fabric is not a degree less than pure,
Yes, I’m Custom Designed—check me out if you may!!
To whom much is given, much is required
I’ve got work to do…custom work that is; designed specifically for me
No time for self-pity and I refuse to live a lie,
Playing yourself small doesn’t serve the world
Custom Designed is a mindset, a lifestyle,
The Apostle states it best—“So as a man thinketh, so is he”
God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies those he call
Therefore my deepest fear is not that I’m inadequate,
But that I’m powerful beyond measure
It is my light, not my darkness, that most frightens me as well as others
And so, I shine…I shine…I shine
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,
Ain’t gonna make it shine, just gonna let it shine
The light is mine, so I shine…I shine
Just as Gwen loves to be dined…I shine
Neither an imitation, nor birth with limitations…I shine
I shine…I shine… I shine
Out...Out Damned Spot
Patricia (Hunnee) Mills - Brooklyn, NY (7/2013)
Out Out damned spot I used to say.
Why the heck won’t you wash away?
Serial thief in the night
Slowly stealing my color
Making me light
Tried my best to keep you at bay
Protopic, UV had little effect
All it did was cause delay
The brown complexion I used to cherish
Now spotted, white patchy
Continues to perish
Dermablend and Lauren Hutton are now my best friends
They are my security blankets
When does this end?
I must realize my sum total is not my skin
It is my character, heart and what lies within
I no longer groan, gripe and cry.
Mourn my color, or ask God why
Had an epiphany, no longer afraid
Vit patterns are beautiful.
We are wonderfully made.