5.13.2009

my skin is white as parchment, drier than a downtown office building


my skin is inked with words
words with no meanings
and meanings that could never be fathomed

my skin is scarred with spots
of years that passed
and of years forgotten

my skinned is burned
from all the mistakes i've made
and from mistakes I wanted

my skin is colored
born with the colors
that make me a felon

I was listening to andrew bird's song "skin is"
and I realized how much I love my skin
even with every flaw, freckle, scar, birthmark.

People get tattoo's to hide their skin.
I get mine to enhance it.


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