Poetry by Kris

My Skin

My skin is not like their skin.

For you see, my skin is blue like the sky.

However, if you look beneath the skin and deep within,

You'll see a fun and giving girl who wants to hold her head up high.

Please don't let my outer appearance deceive you.

Like it has with so many of my peers.

Their insults stick in my head like glue.

I'm always trying to escape their judgmental leers.

What I'd give just to fit in with the others.

Or for them to just understand what it is like,

To be so different that it just smothers,

Smothers you and your will to go on alike.

If only I could go somewhere and not be judged.

So what if my skin is blue like the sky?

Could it be that I'm misjudged?

Even so, it's hard not to cry.

I've acquired a new hobby and skill.

It's called baking and it gives me such a thrill!

In the kitchen, I stay hidden.

Selling goodies as they're bidden.

My skin still taunts me to this day.

Although one day I do hope to meet,

Someone who will not judge and simply say,

"You are beautiful just the way you are." And I will give them a sweet treat.