Skin Deep Poem by Roberto Delossantos

How can it be that a soul so pure
Be over looked and disregarded
I am human aren’t I?

Or are my imperfections
Your views of my internal reflection
Beauty is skin deep, isn’t it?

Or am I not worthy of penetrating
Is my exterior made of a hard membrane?
Who knows, maybe you lack the effort?

Just give me a chance,
you’ll see, You’ll see

that from the impermeable cocoon
Lies inside beauty similar to
A butterfly

Let me fly and be free
And soon you’ll see
That inside of you
Lies A little bit of me