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Oct 7
Skin is so deeply rooted with scars of my ancestors

Smooth as a newly paved road yet deeply flawed by life

Patiently awaiting the touch that makes it OK to be touched

Covered by sheets of cloth so the beauty won’t be visible

Washed daily and lotion up yet eyes still wonder

Questions of ‘What do you feel like’ or ‘****, why are you so soft’?

While the skin is so deeply rooted with scars of my ancestors,

My skin still lacks the will to withstand temptation, lust, and premarital *******

Vowing the will of celibacy,

I see him and he gives me strength to be as strong as he

I would say ‘Thank you’,

But he just makes my skin tremble for his owns.
I've been insecure about my skin, because most days it becomes hard to love in this world. My Skin is beautiful.
Written by
Brianna Joiner  26/F/Georgia
(26/F/Georgia)   
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