Visual Arts + Creativity

Poetry

Because I Have Gorgeous Skin

Because I have gorgeous skin

Because my finger tips do not bear a new identity from all the grooves and cuts of hard labour 

Because my soles do not resemble the lines of maps

Because my hair still wore it's paint, fresh as the day I were born

Because my back is not arched from the weight of the day

 

They forget

I too am a warrior

Because I have gorgeous skin

a radiant smile and eyes that guard the truth within.