The breeze is sweet
on multiple lane track.
Runners feel their skin,
spectators keep watch.
The contest is steeple chase;
leap over hurdles
into reconditioned pigment.
Wonder Jane,
so ticket sales
are the children of complexion?
Mirror, mirror who is,
post metamorphosis?
Let it be known quickly.
"Skin deep, so they say,
What! No way!
Tan me! Lighten me!
So I look yummy".