I Am Wearin' My Skin Poem by Keisha Petrus

My message stands tall with pride and grace,

My words in good time shall be like wind,

Brace yourself dear friend, let the breeze propel you,

Trust in my mission, and you will be free to live life’s embrace.



I once was swayed by aesthetic charm,

Beautiful hair, beautiful eyes, beautiful body,

I sweat, I sought, I fought,

To no avail did I reach my Envy.



Lost a few pounds, strapped on my heels,

No more laughter, no more tears.

But my heart knew better, I lacked content,

I yearned, I cried, I prayed for something more than this.



My pleas were answered, my life put in perspective,

Those blossoming belles bore nothing,

Instead engrossed in hopeless insecurity, indeed highly defective,

A hidden image behind a mirror, a roamer’s reflection.



Loving myself is more important than ridding my blemishes,

As women come in many shapes and sizes.

I spend my time now in helping others,

I am wearin’ my skin, no more empty and foolish disguises.