Her skin

Her armor


from judgment

from harm

from rejection

from acceptance

She painted her skin to fit in

She painted her skin to stand out

Her skin

      Her armor dented,

                                     scarred by enemy battle

Her skin was

        Her shield

                              Her savior

                              Her friend

Her skin 

                           Her enemy

                           Her lie

It was her

It was an imposter

Her skin

    grew cold in dark moments

                warmed in the glow of love

                folded in time, filing memories in its creases

Her skin

                Her mask

                Her mirror

                Her betrayer

Her skin

                The parchment of her story

                                                                Her life

Her skin

Her Self 

March 31, 2015

© 2015 Nadia Romanov 

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