This skin does not belong to me

it is merely borrowed. 

A place in which I only temporarily reside. 

My skin is not yet finished. 

My time has not yet come. 

But it will. 

And the day it does I will shed this skin, 

I will rejoice in new birth. 

I will embrace a new world,

For they will see my skin and rejoice with me. 

I won't forget my temporary home however, 

for without that skin my form would never have survived. 


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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