I am a little bard bird
sitting on your wild furry shoulder, my tigerish One
my sleepy-eyed rabbit
I will preen your feathers,
O Hawk of my nights!
as though they were mine, and you
will join me in song, gently roaring
harmonizing with my peeps.
RE-IMAGINING VITILIGO
WHAT'S THE MESSAGE?
Vitiligo is a strange and quirky messenger-guide. It is complex, fascinating and mysterious. It urges me to reinterpret "beautiful," to take better care of myself, and ... is it true that we are all the same under the skin?
The painted messenger is freezing under the cold scrutiny of microscopes and incomprehensible scientific jargon. Let's take her to a warm place, an embrace, where she can speak in safety.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
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