Pretty Skin
I knew a girl with pretty cinnamon skin
She had pretty skin
Pretty nice clean skin
Pretty nice faded skin with
Pretty nice faded scars
She didn't have scars
And I wondered how good she looked without skin
Not sadistically,
I just kept thinking of her soul; cold warm washed soul
Fascinating in a way
I was fascinated
With her pretty nice skin - how she looked untouched and unaffected
While I suffered with this skin infested-disease eating... thing I called skin
And I wondered why i didn't look good without skin
I wondered how good I would look without skin I wanted pretty skin
I wanted to be touched and felt and thought pretty nice
Not for fame but I liked pretty 'unscarred' skin women
They lived life with attention and less complications at the time
Because they were....had
pretty nice skin and I, did not.
So I wondered if i'd be be touched and felt and thought pretty nice
I wondered how good I'd look in bright light
When sun had just risen light, and when sun would hang over, mid-day sky light,
I wanted to be seen and felt and touched
With scarred affected dimpled skin and I wanted to love it.
- Rebecca Wave
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Sunset Everywhere
PoetryIt is the beginning of a new Phase A step forward into life Above the void it was before Newness and the Death of a child Rebirth of a woman that has not fully learned But is willing to teach and to show all Every color of the wind
