Datsy

identity

i wear the

soil of my birth

upon the

bear nakedness of

my skin like

an undergarment

covered,

embarrassed to be

seen,

unable to let go.

this is who I am:

hidden

always in view

for people to see

the labels

of my youth

and birth.

this is who I am:

in a room

dancing

for a crowd

with bare nakedness

underneath, clothed:

unseen,

and seen only by me.

unable to forget