Rose's are Red
Violets are blue
Crimson is the
colour of blood
All in a symphony
of love
Skin colour is only
skin deep
White, dark, ebony brown
skin colours
Ebony black is dominant
While white is recessive
Running only skin deep
Crimson is still the
colour of blood.
(Written January, 2026)
If beauty is but skin deep,
I prevailed upon her to construe,
'Does it lie in the eye of the beholder
or, of the two which one is true?'
For we can't judge the book
by the cover, with but one look,
as what's inside truly counts
far much more than that.
And tho' to me she bemoaned,
'I am big-boned'
I've yet to see a skeleton which looks fat.
Same different day, They stare because I don't look the same, another face without a name, I'm betrayed by my appearance the fact I'm rather pale, The tracks that cover my skin give me horns and a pointy tail, I'm covered in spots red and inflamed, the darkness around my eyes makes me appear drained, my clothes are baggy and never clean, The real me isn't visible I'm only what can be seen, its obvious im an addict so people feel the need to stare, without saying a word its amazing how many people i can scare,I'm growing tired of peoples ignorance, loosing my temper is becoming a more regular occurance, Im labeled a trouble maker, a nothing a nuisance, but none of them know me where is there evidence,I'm convicted as a criminal without commiting a crime,imprisoned by fear and hate living is serving time.
As layers peel away
your beauty makes your soul shine
your heart full of love
As layers peel away
your beauty makes your soul shine
your heart full of love
“Skin Deep”
skin deep
in beauty
character snatched
in the grip of plastic
strictly confidential
on the q.t.,
the breath inside
quiet and temporary
love blown
soft and infallible
floats away
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
A face lift here and a tummy tuck there
Pearly white implants and bionic gold hair
A nose job that rocks
Once a hound now a fox
Beauty skin deep just got you a billionaire
12/20/22
I do not like the skin I’m in -
It’s dotted, dry and wrinkled,
Like paper with a reject poem -
Once smooth, now sadly crinkled.
Each little tap becomes a bruise,
A purple blotch, attesting
To all the years I’ve spent on earth,
A dermal-type divesting.
Some freckles, not here yesterday,
Have multiplied and scattered.
They would have bothered me much more
When my appearance mattered.
What troubles me some others might
Find trite and almost risible.
I should let go, for at my age,
To others I’m invisible.
another beauty
coiled asp a spoiled queen
stinging the lone heart
Why can’t I accept the me that I see
Always something more that I long to be
What there is within counts for so much more
Oh, what I would give for skin deep allure
Always something more that I long to be
Of this foolishness, I long to be free
Oh, what I would give for skin deep allure
And for just once of myself to be sure
Of this foolishness, I long to be free
To love this imperfection, A to Z
And for just once of myself to be sure
Farewell, I say to one so insecure
Naked without color natural glamour on the outside
sweet and courteous imaginary clamor with astride
wake up and advance as is need not glitz a looker
no require for waterfalls pure spritz not a snooker
polish not and matches in everything fresh in linen
carefree when going right waltz swing if so tailspin
talkative at times when directed back to if not speechless
seen the falsity of those who walk through that are teach less
innocence lost when pain presented disasters now defiant
no need to conform but needs interaction broadcasters to be compliant
unapproachable with strangers and acquaintances alike friends yeah sure
they leave her alone when fear approaches flint a strike no love pure
no one seems to grasp it this is real though escapes demise when with them
hoping they one day will realize this is where transforming will stem
Black fat cat Pepé on his back got white spots
Swinging its tail getting tied up in knots.
Nerves he dances like a girl
Leaps on fence its tail does curl
Tripped into the garbage can where food rots
Darn male skunk keeps sneaking under the fence
To visit my black cat at my expense
Thought I would get between them
In my best jeans, fate condemn
Interrupted their starry vehemence
Skin deep
Sharon Maria Moemise
My God-given crown of femininity is my nappy hair
My skin in its freckled golden-brown glory belongs to me
If perfection is what you're looking for, then let’s be fair
Look in the mirror and decide who you really want to be
My rounded thighs bear witness to life's great gifts
My ample bosom attests to my absolute femininity
If the hourglass figure is on your current wish-list
Then my sagging backside and breasts are an impiety
I walk with my shoulders straight and my head held high
Every move makes my breasts jiggle and my backside sway
Every mark on my body bears testimony to the reason why
my beauty lies not in how I look nor in what anyone has to say
My worth is not measured by smooth skin and rosy cheeks
My gender no justification for being struck by anyone's fist
I'm a woman who brought forth man and was left with silver streaks
My worth is in loving myself, in deciding to finally put myself first.
I’m in his favorite dress
He’s watching me getting undressed
Take this body
Do what you want
Tear it apart
Dance with it
Play with it
Taste it, spit
Do what you like
Hold it tight
Hold it tonight
Lean in for a kiss
What I feel is bliss
The word comes from my lips
Kissing in the blue dark
Our touch is a spark
You’re my favorite color
I like to mix you with my skin
I like to let you in.
I like you quite a lot
Everything you got
Everything you give me
Everytime you kiss me in the dark
Make me burn and scream out loud
I am not afraid anymore
I just know I want more
Do you feel the heat?
It’s winter, but we beat the weather
Everytime we are together
Short dress, bare feet
white sheet and desire
Burning breathing fire
some days
it can all be
too much
knowing that
there are so
MANY
who hate you
for being who you are
someone
unlike them
feeling like
they have the right
to extinguish your light
because they believe
theirs shine brighter
like
we all
aren’t the same
underneath
KL.
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