This skin

This skin is a curse
It’s a burden of untold sins
At home and elsewhere
It comes not without prejudice

I am dying under this skin
Silently aspiring to be free
But it remains a dream
Lost where time cannot reach

How can I be free?
From the curse of this skin
Without a new skin
Maybe when my time is done
I will ascent with a new skin

written after reading Barack Obama: Dreams
from my father