If you could create a skin that absorbs your fallacy of self esteem how would you sew the artificial fabric???
Would you knit the strands of yearning courage that's buried in your imagination in your genes to build a fearless genetic or
would you sew it in a pair of your jeans to attract attentioñ?
Attention that could never appreciate the apparel for the character beneath it?
What color would this skin be? Dark as indigo chocolate to hide the fears and insecurity? White as transparent to be seen through and looked past rather than searched with in? All again in attempt to camouflage your secured fears from others?
How would you sew this skin of yours..
Thick I would figure with an internal zip lining only you can open when you need to escape from your facade of self.. but yet you may be to disgusted with your truth of self to unzip your foreign fabric fully
And now you’re caught between your existence and your exit into your true self...
What would this skin you knit taste like?
A beautiful birth that grows to hate life? Or stars that chase nights drunk off the moon?
Or would it taste like the Caucasian sperm that drips from the vulva of a violated enslaved African woman??
Or would the flavor of this skin be numb from your true flesh beneath it beating it to escape?
You're playing chess with no heart..
You can clone your body but u can't clone your spirit
Anyone can own your body and your spirit once you leave them exposed trying to be a soul you're not
This skin you're in is folding knots to a noose
You misunderstand sides like the level between a ceiling and a roof
Allow the growth of feeling in your truth
Even deep spoons have to lean in to scoop
Find yourself or loose your self to where archaeologist can't bring science to
You're attempting to walk quick sand with high end shoes
...theré's no such music as "high end blues"...
Be You
R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2012
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