In Skins

Street protesters shout-walk, flanged with banners of empowerment;

In nude suited bodies they are prepped uptight;

Coarsened outer skins weaken the judging gaze;

Manicured by significant others dancing by their side;

In case insecurity becomes overt, demystifying their new flesh.

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