Skin
~Deana J. Tavares
I Am them
And you are they
She is him
And he is she
Humans inevitably
Strip us of our skin
Our hair
And we would be
Unaware
Unaware of the fabric
From which we were cut
Unaware of the patches
That stitched us up
Unaware of the chains
That held us down
Unaware of the differences
That we had found
Instead we would see
Red muscles
Ivory grey tendons
Green veins
Beneath bone
Coils of information
Similar brains
Would we then see
All of our similarities
Or focus
Upon size
Or merely the fact
That we have
Different colored eyes
Would flexion occur
Or tension persist
My ulna and humerus
You don’t have to twist
I’m ready for change
With all of our skin
Intact
When our differences
Unite us
And acceptance
Becomes fact
©2017
