How is my skin different from any human?
Why my soul is not loved enough?
When would these tears find solace?
Underneath the skin
Of a woman, is a human.
When would the world
Accept that?
I write in pain,
Telling these told and known
Secrets
I am confused
Whether to be happy?
Or remorseful?
A book of shared stories inked in the color of poetries. I wait for the day when these secrets, be erased.