Our skin.

My skin, my skin, my skin.
What a beautiful thing.
If she touches me, look at how I ripple like water
What sensational senses
Feel and touch.
Yes I am light and often pale
Yet I do not tell the same tale
Others have a similar tone
And yet we don’t sing the same song

Our skin our skin our skin
The hue of our skin
What a troubling thing
Our hue does not matter
Our you is what matters
Our skin our skin our skin
What a beautiful thing

Beautifully wrapped we are
But the gift still is within
Our skin our skin our skin
I hope soon we will see that we all are
Kin.

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