Skin

The skin i'm in is the warm cozy temple, covered in chocolate designed by God The skin you call too dark or too bruised is what I hold my head up high in Better yet, the skin I accept life and overcome obstacles in, is what you cannot stand But, my skin helps the real me glow and it always over powers the flaws you throw at me Now my skin, is not the same as yours, it is all of these shades of brown milk chocolate and it is warm and cozy