my skin
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Dear Ms. Arie
I am my hair
I am my skin
I am also the soul that lives within
Times have changed Ms. Arie
I can walk around the office with wild hair and still be "irie"
Dark skin is just my color
I see this means so much to you
You’re afraid that it will touch you
But why it’s just my skin
It carries no thorns to prick you with
It carries no knife to stick you with.
It’s just my skin.
