knowing looks, whispers
due only to the skin one is in
this norm sewn into our fabric
not swiftly abandoned
cannot withstand hard looks
does this not gnaw
at every soul?
this thing, that is undoing us,
will it ever be excised?
For dVerse Poets Pub where Sarah is hosting and the prompt is “Swift” on quadrille night ( a 44 word poem).
ACROSTIC POEM: SKIN
S Same underneath blood is red, all feel pain, vital organs the same, dignity is no
K Kinship is a better road to take as this can only lead to a better understanding
I Instilling this in our youth is the only way to save us from ourselves
N None is superior we are all here for a blip in time it’s time we acted like it