Fighting Vitiligo
A beautiful fawn was she
With doe eyes that looked away shyly
Had a love for wearing beautiful clothes
So that she could stand out in a crowded world
But fate took a negative turn
When on her skin white patches appeared
She hid from the world which she so loved
Became depressed and into a shell withdrew
I wish she would look up to Winnie Harlow
And prove the world that life can still go on
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