The Skin I Cannot Escape

I erased myself one day,
Of all the colors on my skin.
I molded myself with clay,
Shutting out what’s within.

I became an empty slate,
My character anew.
Not yet stained by sin and hate.
And in this form I grew.

I grew until the clay, it cracked.
My transformation gone,
And was instantly attacked.
By their words but not their brawn.

My shell lay at my feet.
My skin stained once more.
This person inside I could not beat.
So instead, it was the skin that I tore.

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