The Power of My Skin

My skin. Not too brooding. Not scarred. Complexion: oily and smooth. Seemingly weak. But myskin has tone. It's loud and overbearing tone. It doesn't screech it booms. Yet, it is silent. Properties of God lay within it. It is accustomed to light. It absorbs every wavelength of light. Yes, a property of God. It keeps trespassers at bay, it is precious. It can command the eyes and ears of a crowd without a picture. Without noise. It pushes without touch. The power of my skin.