By Evan Hicks
Skin—simple, yet complex.
Pigment—oh, why the rage?
Did we forget, or did we never learn
From the mistakes we made in 2023?
My pigment is the rage,
Melanocytes hidden beneath the surface.
Oh, why the rage?
A sin that spares no nation,
Doing no favors,
Across the Americas, North, and South Asia.
Is this life fair?
What did we do?
Is the melanin all to blame?
Oh, why the shame?
Am I to blame for the faults of the past?
Was 1964’s fight a mistake—Or was 2008’s hope misplaced?
Here lies the shame, hidden in my skin,
Dripping down my face.
Here lies my rage, bathing the keratinocytes,
Leeching to the surface.
They can no longer hide,
Exposed beneath your eyes.
Did the benefits outweigh the pain?
Was my acceptance the cost of shame?
Did the surface get too hot—
Were you burned by my protection?
My pigmented exterior, always a controversy,
Always a little inferior.
Pardon my rage.
Excuse my shame.
Am I to blame?
Melanin is my name.
Evan Hicks is a fourth year M.D./MBA candidate at the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences. He earned his undergraduate degrees in Biology, Chemistry, and Physics from the University of Arkansas at Little Rock. His academic and research interests focus on dermatology, particularly skin of color and skin cancer in rural communities. He is passionate about bridging gaps in healthcare and improving dermatologic care and awareness in underserved populations. Outside of his professional and academic pursuits, he enjoys spending his free time hiking with his wife, Jocelyn, and their dog, Kylo.