Porcelain Skin

Porcelain skin With no scars to tell Who you are Tell the stories of where you've been Porcelain skin No stretch marks to tell What you've been Growing within No where is there to be found A straight line in nature For the branches of the trees does not grow accordingly To a man-made scheme Traces to be seen of whats been blowing in the wind Porcelain skin With not one single wrinkle To testify you've withstand The test of time Nothing to witness of All of the profound Wisdom that you've come to realize In your life time Imperfections are Perfectly designed Divine No where is there to be found A straight line in nature For the branches of the trees does not grow accordingly To a man-made scheme My body is a monument of all my natural disasters And every scar, mole, birthmark Every single little freckle Is like star constellations