SKIN

SKIN

Everything has skin
Everything has cover


We feel with our skin
And touch with our skin
Skin also veils us
And protects us within


Everyone has skin
And everyone’s skin’s different
Varies in texture, in tone
From outside and in

There’re people whose skin is thick
And people whose skin is slick
And skin that is see-through
And those with shy skin


Skin too has color
It can be red, it can be blue
All skin can bleed
And all skin can cure


If you look a man right in the skin
It’s either light or dark
You’ll only see his scars and his veins
But you won’t see his heart

Goosebumps, tingles, shivers, and chills
A boiling cup of tea spilled
A feather, a quilt
The touch, the guilt
A slap, a belt
Sensing pain
Dry skin, wet skin
The wind, the rain
The punch, the hit
All skin can bruise
And all skin can mend

Skin can be smooth and clear and soft
And inside screams to be loved
Skin can be marked, wounded, or mangled
How much pleasure can skin handle?
A kiss, a pat, a shove, a shake?
What skin may like can be sin
They may be joyful, they may be scared
They may have sorrow under their skin
Can agony, grief, and love be shared?
Can torture come from within?

Skin can be scarred
It may have been
They may have woe
Under their skin
All skin can be scarred
And sown and stitched
Skin can be hard
And can resist

- ISIS