Birthday Present: To My Skin

TO MY SKIN

I was not a big fan of myself.

Why? someone inquired

No apparent reason

Lips lied for a little while

the heart, however, hurt

What caused you to dislike yourself?

Ached smile from heart

A troubled sigh from soul

Disgusted at her sight

some tried, an easy target

No one saw, ever tried

to see beyond the body

Maybe that's when I

Began to dislike my skin

My image in the mirror

even the reflection-dire

What made her so unlikable

sunkissed body or the virgin hair

the rough skin she had

or all the fat she gained

which wasn't aimed

Rolled up in the corner of her washroom

Rolled down along the water

Was it water or tears

Everything seemed blue and grey

Scrolling through I saw

the gullible face looking at me

while she was at ease,

she grinned broadly and

popped out every tooth she could.

Ache appeared again but this time it wasn't

Out of hate for the skin

But the ache I couldn't console her back then

Couldn't give the attention she yearned for

couldn't say to that teen,

she is indeed a beauty

Today is the liberation day

from the ache of 8 years

Admiring the girl that endured it

And even the photograph felt

a comfort that soothed the teen me.