Melanoma Child

The bug spray on my legs is only making them fry in the sun's fire.
My feet are burning.

Melanoma doesn't frighten me, as it does the pasty mothers of the west. I am of the west too,
though I am different.
My skin is toasted to a light brown, protected from the sun. Pasties say this won't protect me from
UV rays.
Bob Marley even died from melanoma.
But I know the chemicals in sunscreen will give me cancer of some sort. So you know what?

I'm not gonna risk it.

Besides...
I enjoy frying in the good old sun's fire. Makes me feel whole,
like everything inside is warm and comfy. Makes me feel like I'll be alright.

So I'll let the pasties scare themselves into some miserable disease. Me...
I'm gonna be just fine.