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