Adiara

On my skin the history of our ancestors is traced, it tells a story rich in suffering.

My skin is heir to a great burden of prejudices.
The scars of long years of servitude and rural work are still reflected on it.
My skin suffers, cries, reaches out.
My skin endures, accepts, patient.
My skin loves and appreciates all this diversity that surrounds it, it chooses love and friendship.
My chair shines, sparkles, it is proud of this eventful path which makes its identity.
My skin is the color of evening, of lit nights, this captivating and enchanting clarity.
It is very dark but vibrates and shines with energy, beauty and culture.
My skin sings peace, celebrates a world of acceptance and living together.
My skin is yours, your skin is mine, almost no difference because we are human and that already means a lot.

Hello everyone, I hope you are well, here is a little poetry. Say what you think and don’t hesitate to leave a little heart if you like it❤️.

Thank you for reading and have a good evening.