Scars

on both my knees
from peddling way too fast
through gravel
and beneath my nose
from snowmobiling sans experience
and from various other
accidents and incidents
over the years,
those scars that I wear
are a diary
that life has written
upon my skin

~~

today is Quadrille day at dVerse. Write a poem of exactly 44 words (not including the title), and today, use the word “scar”. One of the quotes on the prompt page was “scars are tattoos with better stories”. That quote helped me form this poem.

Skin

Is my value as a human merely based
on the colour of my carcass?
Is there no intrinsic value
in what lies beneath my pelt?
Is my hide all that matters?
Will you say that a coat of black
is worse or better than a coat
of white or brown or red?
Peak beneath my skin
and see who I really am
Let me see you for more
than your colour
or let me be flayed
and tanned
for if I am no more than the
tone of my flesh,
I am merely an animal
to be hunted and
turned into leather.

~~

Recent violence that appears to be racially motivated, and a history of marking people as “good” or “bad” based on nothing more than their exterior are the motives behind writing this piece. Usages of terms for animal skins is very deliberate, for that is what we are – animals – unless we can see each other for who we really are, and not just what we look like.

I’ve also decided to share this with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, as it seems to fit the Sunday mini-challenge of something deep within a shallow world.