Skin

We are all covered in skin.

It repels, and holds within

Another form, left unseen.

Loudly she laughs and transitions

Gracefully between her different positions

As a queen; but within her lies a desolate feat.

Her faice painted on, the artistry of deciet.

She is lost in skin, and so are we.

He was a past he will never reveal,

Covered in scars and movie reels.

He cries silent tears and crushes the weak,

For he buries words that he never would speak.

He is hidden by skin, and so are we.

Our cracks are not embraced,

Not kissed to heal or origin traced.

No. Instead mere strings are thrown,

And break not for the things we know.

We are a nation filled with pain,

Cowering in shame.

We are a body sick within our skin;

We are wearing thin.