Skin

Skin.

It's an identifier.

It's what determines whether you will have an advantage or not.

Even with this, it's not power.

The way I look every day is not going to alter the character I have.

Yes I will have to hold my head higher than those around me, but the power I have come from the very first time I took a breath.

The power runs deep beneath the skin.

The power is in the heart.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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