Deeper….

Deeper than the skin I’m in.
Deeper than what I’m cloaked in.
Deeper than what my parents came together and made.
Deeper than those superficial shallow chics who believe their worth
is wrapped up in what they were born with, placing themselves on the
auction block to the highest bidder only to be betrayed.
I’m deeper than that.
Deeper than the skin I’m in.
Deeper than my kinky hair, down to the nail polish I wear.
Can you see past my lips?
Can you see past my hips?
Can you see past my thighs that make all these men high?
Can you see to the very heart of me, to the very soul of me
past these brown eyes?
I’m deeper than the skin I’m in.
Deeper than what I’m cloaked in..

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