Skin

Skin discloses unrealized dreams:
people moved with desires,
thinking about children they never had,
the books they never wrote,
the world they hoped to change.

Skin tells secrets:
it cracks like desert ground;
it uncovers the trails of life,
telling how long you have been here.

White skin,
black skin,
brown skin...
speak loud.
And when it is covered,
it itches.

poem by Buxton ShippyReport problemRelated quotes
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