Skin I’m In


Should I be able to do it all over again,
I would still be in the same skin I'm in.

From the lightest white
To the bluest Black,
My color runs from day to night
From the smile on my face to the scars on my back.

Should I be able to do it all over again,
I would still be in the same skin I'm in.

At my color some point and laugh,
Yet on Friday the tanning booth is where they take their baths.

My eyes may be slanted or in the round
but in many nationalities my skin can be found.

I rise and I fall I may take a spin,
but my skin is no different than the skin you're in.

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