SKIN

Dark like the stormy clouds,

Before the downpour.

Rich like the earth,

Mother nature in full bloom.

Delicate like porcelain,

Hard and tough,

Like the deserts.

Attire,

Worn from mother's womb,

Different shades and different races.

This skin of mine,

Which I chose not,

But have come to own.

©Pikachu

#30 days poetry challenge

#Day 4

#Skin