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That day I had to calculate How much of my skin yo

That day I had to calculate How much of my skin you ate How much did I actually wear And how many inches did you tear And you cut it in bits and pieces You broke it beyond repair That day I had no ointment To soothe the rashes The radiating, the glowing, The fair, the soft, it’s so unfair, It Turned into ashes That day I asked myself If I still owned my own skin After hours of cleansing, scrubbing exfoliating, and removing your sin That day I had no idea Which to which mile Was still mine Did your hands only touch the thighs Or did it reach my smile? That day I thought to peel Off my skin and pluck each and every yarn from the thread reel Of my skin That day I looked for clothes That covered whole of my body Each metre of epidermis To each centimetre of the cutis So that none of your friends And none of my enemies could again lay eyes on my feminine parts and not so feminine parts And every part that you tore apart. The blemishes? Or the acne scar? Or wait do I look too skiny? That day I didn’t care. You cut it into bits and pieces You broke it beyond repair. But you know what? That day was that day. As much as I thought about crawling out of my skin instead i lingered in. And now all I know is My skin is my own I am still all flesh and bone And look at all the pieces you’ve torn It’s My body, I still adorn. And to all the women and all my girls, who think there’s no repair, Let me tell you there is. All you have to do is take care. BEYOND REPAIR That day I had to calculate How much of my skin you ate How much did I actually wear And how many inches did you tear And you cut it in bits and pieces
That day I had to calculate How much of my skin you ate How much did I actually wear And how many inches did you tear And you cut it in bits and pieces You broke it beyond repair That day I had no ointment To soothe the rashes The radiating, the glowing, The fair, the soft, it’s so unfair, It Turned into ashes That day I asked myself If I still owned my own skin After hours of cleansing, scrubbing exfoliating, and removing your sin That day I had no idea Which to which mile Was still mine Did your hands only touch the thighs Or did it reach my smile? That day I thought to peel Off my skin and pluck each and every yarn from the thread reel Of my skin That day I looked for clothes That covered whole of my body Each metre of epidermis To each centimetre of the cutis So that none of your friends And none of my enemies could again lay eyes on my feminine parts and not so feminine parts And every part that you tore apart. The blemishes? Or the acne scar? Or wait do I look too skiny? That day I didn’t care. You cut it into bits and pieces You broke it beyond repair. But you know what? That day was that day. As much as I thought about crawling out of my skin instead i lingered in. And now all I know is My skin is my own I am still all flesh and bone And look at all the pieces you’ve torn It’s My body, I still adorn. And to all the women and all my girls, who think there’s no repair, Let me tell you there is. All you have to do is take care. BEYOND REPAIR That day I had to calculate How much of my skin you ate How much did I actually wear And how many inches did you tear And you cut it in bits and pieces
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