I often wonder about my skin
experiences held captive in ridges and folds
meant for salt, brightness and sun
and how across oceans It has been
surrounded by strangeness that holds
my roots close to my heart when done.
Skin enduring divergence in the blue
or the green with paleness contrasting
and screaming of differences I find
on the canvas that nature one day drew,
with one color to which we are so blind
as it’s red the color of blood everlasting.
H.O. July 3, 2014