THE WHO OF WHAT WE ARE

The fog strips us
right down to our

voices
only

leaves out the shape or
the skin we're in &

even what ***
we are

we lose society's references
how it elects to see us

stumble around in
this cotton wool

& somehow now
we re-emerge

our selves
tentatively again

you most definitely  woman
I made man again

white skin
embracing
black skin

nothing now
but

love