Verse 1:
I was born from a child's hand, a scribbled face, a master plan,
But when they saw my cheek so bold, their laughter took command.
“Is that hyperpigmentation?”—echoed through the room,
Didn’t know my fate was set, a meme about to bloom.
Chorus:
Now I'm viral, now I'm known,
They call me pigment overgrown.
They laugh, they stitch, they recreate,
But I just wanna set things straight.
Verse 2:
If I had a voice, I’d say, "Hey, don’t shade my melanin!"
I was drawn with love and care—why’s my pigment settling in?
Cookies, cakes, a tattooed fate, my circle lives beyond,
But deep inside, I wonder why they laugh and sing along.
Bridge:
What if I was more than stains?
What if I was drawn the same?
Would they still replay my fate,
Or let my name just fade away?
Chorus:
Now I'm viral, now I'm known,
They call me pigment overgrown.
They laugh, they stitch, they recreate,
But I just wanna set things straight.
Outro:
So here I stay, an internet ghost,
Living on the For You posts.
Hyperpigmentation, they say with glee,
But I just wish they’d laugh with me.