Her lovely African beauty;

Is no longer visible to me.

The dark skin i always knew as the night sky
Is begging to be free.
Scar and burns are falling upon her 
For the time of skin disorder is ready to occur.

The road is no longer a safe place as usual

For nature is destroying her lovely colour.
Thick clothes seems to be her friend each day
For she tries to avoid the mockery
By what people say.

Lack of self-esteem made her destroyed her skin

As spotty marks were taking over
Which removed her lovely melanin
Skin as fair as snow
Started to get black and rusty that had no glow

She cries and mourns for her lovely colour 

But the time has past 
It’s her dying hour. 
My heart ache for her poor soul
For she doesn't knew
That's skin cancer is a man that's has no cure.

The only hope she has now is to pray for her  

For the scalp on her body is begging for help. 
Love your skin tone and always embrace your colour
For your beauty is a blessing and also your honour.