Skin Deep Poem by Laurence Overmire

Skin Deep



A freak was born in
Bethlehem.
His skin had no color.

So people couldn’t tell if
they were supposed to love him or
hate him.


(Previously published in Barbaric Yawp, Sept. '99, Vol 3, Issue 3)

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