Skin. (Spoken Word)

I'm covered by it, concealed by it

But haven't healed from it

The scars my body bears are far from outer

Despite the scars being about the outer

I seem to want nothing or anything to do without her

She's my line of defence, what sees the world first

What forms people's impressions about me before I utter a single word

I used to see her as my enemy as a thing to change because she's brought me enough supplies of pain

To drive me completely and totally insane

Marked by her like the marks on her

She's part of my story but made it harder to live

Harder to navigate the life and odds set before me that give

My heart another reason to concede and not live

I believed things about her based on the labels people said

That she's ugly, should be chemically enhanced, stripped of her richness + left for dead

That she should be abandoned you know, blue ticks left on read

But He deems her worthy and more than enough instead

And the best part is, her story’s far from over, it’s unravelled instead

She’s more beautiful and vibrant as the years go on ahead