Skin Is A Sin
The skin I live in is a sin.
It summons the tears, orders the cries.
The skin I live in is a sin.
Why do they hate me for what I am?
My legs are tired from the Miles I have ran.
Just to slip away from this thing called man.
Only to find myself nowhere with my feet buried in scorching sand.
The skin I live in..is a sin.
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In My mind
PoetryThis book consists of poems that will disclose my true feelings. No one sees these poems before I publish them and no one has access to them. Please enjoy and please understand this is my life and what I say is nothing personal against anyone.
