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".
Melanin
Ruramayi Megaton Kuhudzai
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/04/2020
Poet's note: This poem was written for women of nowadays who find it fashionable to wear makeup.
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Poem topics: children, feel, sweet, deep, ticket, multiple, watch, chase, mirror, skin, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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