Skin

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Skin

Oh lord take me out of this skin . This skin that makes me feel shame . The shame that falls on me when I Look at my self from within . I feel like I should be someone else in this skin . The skin that make men frown and twinge. When they see me I wish that I could be reborn all over again. Oh lord I hate my skin!!

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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