My Body

Before, my skin and hair were plain

Yellow skin, long fair hair

Head to toe I would wear a splatter of colors





Yellow, always yellow


Overtime, honesty ensconces the surface of me

Inked skin, chopped hair

My clothes become plain


Colors don’t need to scream what I am

Colors don’t need to mark my territory

Not anymore

My body is my own now

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