melanin.

copper skin

follicles course like wool

curvy hips

breasts like peaks

they see me.

They're watching me, confused at my copper skin

my follicles course like wool

they become uncomfortable with my

copper skin

sickened by my curvy hips

they see me

yes they see my femininity

but overridden by my nationality

this copper skin

this hair coarse like wool

my copper skin feels their judgments of me

because of my

copper skin, although

the skin is just a shell

a vessel for my divine spark 

Which they do not see

illuminate a luminous aura

my spirit lives forever

with or without my ...

copper skin.

 

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