My skin

I see this means so much to you You’re afraid that it will touch you But why it’s just my skin It carries no thorns to prick you with It carries no knife to stick you with. It’s just my skin. Yes it’s has ark as charcoal But it says nothing about the quality of my soul I am not a murder nor am I inferior To your skin that you claim is superior At the end of the day it’s just my skin It’s just another organ So why do you fear it Why are you so afraid to get near it? You don’t fear a man’s heart if he is of your own A heart you cannot see no less Still you fear this skin more than the rest But at the end of the day it is just my skin Should I peel it all off Should I just be flesh and bones? Would you accept me then would you leave me alone? Would you see that underneath we are the same? That it does not define me And it will not cause you pain It’s just my skin So I will shed it and let you study Maybe after you do we can be buddies I hope scientist will let you see what I am trying to tell you This organ means you no harm So when you see me you can keep calm Because at the end of the day it’s just my skin.