My Skin
It is my color
It is my only armour
It is my identity
It is my reality
It is made out of soil
It is tough like a foil
It is the first thing I wore
It is not just a coat, but so much more
My color gives me specialty, not inferiority
It’s an amour to give me safety, not bigotry
It shouldn’t be an identity struggling for its place
Or a reality with acceptance its denied fate
Every skin, black or white, bleeds red when we it’s gored
Every skin, fragile or tough, blends with earth, when we croak
What are we without different skin tones
Packs of red tissue hanging on skeletons
What amount of beauty will be lost with one color?
Isn’t diversity humanity’s glamour?
I wear my skin, I let this coat shine and show off my being
The beautiful spectrum of humanity is in the different shades of skin
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