Skin.

My skin is infinite. It stretches on for miles and miles. It has curves, swivels, crests and troughs. It is the layer of me that everybody can look through, but nobody can peel away. It is that fragment of my existence that defines my rank, king or pauper, peer or slave. It is the true hallmark of my work.

It forever binds me to my tribe. Yet it encourages me to break away. It reminds me of the legacy that I have been bestowed, of the sacrifices of my loved ones.

Yet I keep thinking, how does it resist and refract so much? How does it swim in water and not dissolve away? How does it hear all the insults and not fall and break away? How does it feel everything and not wither away?

Every birthmark that spans the course of your skin is an encouragement. An encouragement to prompt you, to show you that bumps and hurdles are not stop signs, they are just to warn you of the speedbreakers ahead and to prepare you for life.

It is truly an ally, sticks with you till the end (pun intended) .

And remember ,every difference that exists on the skin, reflects the longing for unification deep within.

8/10/18