Skin
Skin
When you walk down the hall with your friends
all laughing and smiling,
you laugh
you smile too,
and your skin just waves.
But you always know they see it,
the racist,
the fakes,
the richest,
the ugliness,
the privileged.
It carries the right to
be rude to everyone,
it complains and
demands everything.
It yells at the other race
and is too busy getting manicures to care,
it apologizes but never means it
and looks terrible,
but you aren’t like that,
not at all.
It’s just 2:30 pm.
On a Friday
and you all,
are walking home.
Copyright © Savannah Wells | Year Posted 2019
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