In My Skin

In my skin
I can be honest and
This is truly beautiful.
I am perfectly made for my skin.
The world does not pollute,
Words are not expressions of emotions
And they don’t ever hurt.
Body language is everything,
I can tell you how I feel
Without ever having to say a word.

In my skin,
I am a work of art in progress.
My skin is colored in shades of brown
And my eyes are Raven pools
Filled with mysteries, pain, and untold stories.

In my skin,
I take my past pains, regrets, and bad decisions
And put them inside of a chest
Never to be opened
Never to be lived through again
So that I can heal my wounds
And love again.

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