This is a poem written by a young lady who suffers from Incontinentia Pigmenti. Its a beautiful poem that had me moved and brought tears to my eyes. Its a poem that every IP angel can relate to, and I just felt the need to share.
The brown sploges,
the blistered hands,
each mark a special kiss from god,
rare marks, that are meant just for you.
You are unique.
the stripes, you earn from the battle in yourself
the way you let people know you're not like the others,
only a little shows on the outside,
but a thunderstorm within,
because no one ever understands
One in a million,
present only in the way you see yourself
the way you stare at the brown spots on your arm
and try everything to fix the crooked teeth
and you think that society will not know your true beauty
theres a light,
and it comes in the people who share your journey
those who have been through and gotten stronger
who will always be the comfort blanket,
wrapped around shoulders when the dark days come
and you know that to them, the beauty is you
you're stronger than you've ever known
the brown sploges and streaks will always be a sign,
that you too are one of the rare ones
part of a family that needs no connection,
other than that same old gene that means we are all different,
but the same in journey.
we may be different,
but my god, we are strong,
and the rare bond that comes when someone is your angel
the one you turn to when you need a friend
will always be found here, in our family
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