Skin

My skin is rather funny
It is not white or black
Some days it has a shine
And then it can be matte

My skin is maybe pink
But not perhaps to you
Often there’s a spot
Or a funny hue

My skin is always there
To keep me warm and dry
It holds my insides in
And dampens when I cry

My skin is quite a matter
Because I have so much
I’d not exist without it
Nor could I feel your touch

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