The Told secrets

How is my skin different from any human?

Why my soul is not loved enough?

When would these tears find solace?

Underneath the skin

Of a woman, is a human.

When would the world

Accept that?

I write in pain,

Telling these told and known

Secrets

I am confused

Whether to be happy?

Or remorseful?

A book of shared stories inked in the color of poetries. I wait for the day when these secrets, be erased.