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I'm really proud of my Asian heritage. More specifically, the colour of my skin. This is a poem about that and thank you for reading :) <3

skin deep

I was born in a world

I was born in a world where we bathed in mud,

I was born in a world where we bathed in mud, cupping our hands for gushing

I was born in a world where we bathed in mud, cupping our hands for gushing water,

I was born in a world where we bathed in mud, cupping our hands for gushing water, lifting to our thirsty lips

I was born in a world where we bathed in mud, cupping our hands for gushing water, lifting to our thirsty lips in our own little Eden,

naked children shaping their world,

naked children shaping their world, chasing through fields

naked children shaping their world, chasing through fields with glints in their eyes

naked children shaping their world, chasing through fields with glints in their eyes the size of constellations.

I was born in a world

I was born in a world where it seemed like

I was born in a world where it seemed like the light was always searching-

I was born in a world where it seemed like the light was always searching- like a metal detector locating.

Only,

Only, it was searching out

Only, it was searching out our skin.

Only, it was searching out our skin. Our heritage.

Only, it was searching out our skin. Our heritage. Us.

Only, it was searching out our skin. Our heritage. Us. Beautiful gold, copper coins

Only, it was searching out our skin. Our heritage. Us. Beautiful gold, copper coins worn like a badge of honour

Only, it was searching out our skin. Our heritage. Us. Beautiful gold, copper coins worn like a badge of honour in the tales of a campfire,

Only, it was searching out our skin. Our heritage. Us. Beautiful gold, copper coins worn like a badge of honour in the tales of a campfire, in the euphoria of the outdoors.

I live in a world, where colour

I live in a world, where colour of skin is more important

I live in a world, where colour of skin is more important than what's within.

I live in a world, where colour of skin is more important than what's within. Why can't I live life

I live in a world, where colour of skin is more important than what's within. Why can't I live life without being anchored to a label?

We'll live in the pockets in-between

We'll live in the pockets in-between where the sun still polishes

We'll live in the pockets in-between where the sun still polishes 'blemished' bodies and

We'll live in the pockets in-between where the sun still polishes 'blemished' bodies and the moon still lets loose

We'll live in the pockets in-between where the sun still polishes 'blemished' bodies and the moon still lets loose beauty.

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