Naked
I have no tattoos on my body.
Am I truly naked?
Kids talk of their next mark of ink
to remember someone or something.
My body is blank of needles.
I sometimes wish I had skin of color.
I came here from the north
white as snow.
Now the sun has marked me.
I wish I could dye myself a new color
each day
around the color wheel.
White privilege cannot be erased
I stand in solidarity
with color.
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