My skin tells a story
all the cracks and wrinkles
the freckles and birthmarks
the scar on my right knee
from when I fell running down a hill
My skin tells a story
of laughter and pain
bad times and good moments
the sun caressing my shoulders
the gentle massage of my grandma’s hands
My skin tells a story
long nights lying awake
itching to scratch
red blotches of stress all over me
aching for it to go away
My skin tells a story
fighting against it
misunderstandings and repulsion
giving up, giving in, forgiving
accepting who I am
My skin tells a story
and I’m not afraid to show it
all the cracks and the wrinkles
the scars and the blemishes
this is me