Naked

Somehow, I have gotten used to being naked,

And sometimes when I wear tight clothes

Which colour blends to the colour of my skin,

People still think that’s my naked body.

I still tell myself this lie;

I’m scared of being naked.

Of a truth, with each word I pen down

And show the world,

I unclad myself.

One word,

My socks off.

Another word,

My shirt off.

Another word,

My trousers off.

And another word,

My boxers off.

A naked body roams on the street.

Silas Bamigbola Member since May 19, 2020

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