If my skin were a map
It would be the old globe
Sitting on the desk in my room back home

Raised edges
Gathering dust
Because there's no one around to disturb it

Antiquated
Yes, that's the right word
Worn in, worn out, and fading

My scars are the outline of the Himalayas
My stretch marks follow the Tigris and Euphrates
My freckles mark the major cities

Photoshop can erase
It can take away parts of me
But it can't take away me