I hid it beneath my skin

As tough as nails, a metaphor describing my skin.

Scorched by hate, burnt to brownness by the harshness of  words.

But I hid it beneath my skin

The need to wail with hands above my head, teeth gnashing.

I smiled as though the world hasn’t poured molten despises on my legs,

leaving me crawling, while others ran triumphantly through the race of life.

 

As tough as a lion’s hide, an irony describing my skin.

Cut deep by the sharpness of words, bruised by action which left me feeling less than.

But I hid it beneath the melanin,

the need to tattoo words describing a thousands things which make me human.

I laughed as though the world hasn’t stuck a knife on my back

just to see if “IT” bleeds.

 

As tough as leather, an idiom describing my skin.

These scars inherited from my ancestors now seem to burst into new wounds

it seems my mind and soul were freed,

but not my body for it carries a shade so despised.

However, I hid it beneath my skin.

The need lash out, rebel and fight.

I danced as though the music wasn’t composed with my screams and racing heart beats

 

I hid it beneath my skin!

 

the Salem

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