Hyperpigmentation.

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.