Clothes,
Clothes on my back cover this skin
The skin that makes me vulnerable.
People see that skin.
Their eyes shoot darts,
With breaths that fill the air with thoughts
Actions leaving those people with this skin that shows
With words
Words that are tattooed
Ink so deep it can’t be removed.
It only makes the tolerance for poison stronger.
You don’t know me, you never did
That poison seeps into my veins
Contaminating as they,
My mind with thoughts of my own
Not caring what they say, for my skin
Is my own .
Nothing to be ashamed of what natured designed
Filled with colors
Given to me by my people of the past,
Who my mind doesn’t know
But whos blood I share.
Our skin.
Something that makes us human
Showing the scars of the past,
But heals for the future.