This is a poem for my skin
You are the part of me that others see; the flawed façade that covers what is inside. I manipulate you into what I think you should be but you articulate my hidden stress. I sometimes don’t treat you well: the countless times you’ve blistered in the sun. when I sleep with makeup on, the way I gnaw at my cuticles when I feel withdrawn. But sometimes we take those we love for granted. And I love you, my dear skin. Because imagine what I would be without you? I would be horrifying; bleeding as I walk through the swell of humanity.
I’m not exactly sure what this is – but here is my effort for day 3 of Poetry 201. (LOL)
The assignment was to write a prose poem about skin using internal rhyme. So there you go.