Skin Deep

beneath
the
brown
skin

freshly tanned

under
the
New York
sun

there is so much

to see
to feel
to keep
to know

what really lies
underneath?

like
a
cocoon
a

shield,

my skin
protects
me
from

all of it–

you
them
us
myself

it is true

i hide
behind
my
skin

what you think you see

is
surreal
imaginary
a farce

you see
what i want
you to see

beneath
the
wronged

there lies the right

what’s
visible
to the
naked

eye

is
not
all
there

is

the
creams
screams
cries
lies

i’ve told myself
about

me;
that
beneath
this

skin

lies
pure
beauty

sown a long time

ago
slowly
growing
often
trampled
upon

they say
we’re all beautiful

so
why
don’t i
feel

this beauty within me

supposedly
it’s
real
unreal

real

growing
up
in a
country

which has a
rooted
beauty
standard

isn’t
easy
will
i

ever be beautiful to

one
more
than
many?

without
being:
artificial
fake
unreal
or

just too good
for someone

when
did
someone
other

than me
become a judge

of
how
good
i am

how pure
i could be

above
this
skin

is another architecture

but
i
am not
the

architect anymore

stop
building
me
to

meet your expectations

i
was
made
to

solely fit my own mould

it
is
a
struggle

and you can help

by
letting
me
be

let go

deep down
they say
i own
a

soul

that
doesn’t
deny
the

pain i feel

when
i
wear
my

skin proudly
fiercely

wild one.
alas,
beneath
the

skin is a spirit

that is
mine
untamed
and if

set loose,

this spirit
won’t scream

she’ll roar.

 

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