'Happy In My Skin' - Poem by Linda Winchell
I am happy in the skin I'm in
I pull it up an over my bones weakened frame.
It's the only one I have for now
ain't getting another I know of again.
My skin is black, brown, and sometimes white
it's my Love that shines through that differentiates.
It's the character of who I am when no one else is looking
It's the truthfullness of my words, of the me it makes.
It's all of this and much, much more
that I hope I've shown you.
Being happy in the skin your in
I hope your happy with the one God gave to you.
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