My feet are blistered

like my blue soul

Shoes don’t fit what’s inside me

They try to cover wounds

that soak through black socks

Dark with revealing holes

My Brown skin shows through

The blisters are sometimes a welcome pain

where shadows of love pass in stealth

I am numbed by truths

No one can save me from myself

Inside this skin I cry for what could have been


© zaji, 2016