I wore my life on my skin

It was a struggle
living my life
on my skin.

by nothing more than my sensitivity
I asked questions
of organised ‘wisdom’.

I never wanted to argue:
but to explore ideas, together.

I was not about telling.
I sought
SHARED understanding.

It was a struggle,
living my life on my skin.

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