Skin

Skin, the cloak we wear,

The boundary of our being,

A canvas for expression,

A map of our living.

Tender to the touch,

A palimpsest of sensation,

Each mark and scar a story,

Etched in our creation.

From the blush of a lover's kiss,

To the chill of winter air,

Our skin responds to the world,

In every moment we share.

In shades from ivory to ebony,

Our diversity displayed,

A celebration of difference,

In the richness of our shade.

And though our skin may age,

And wrinkle with the years,

It bears witness to a life lived,

And moments that brought us tears.

So let us cherish this vessel,

This cloak that we adorn,

And embrace the beauty of our skin,

In every shape it's worn.