Change Skin

I always have a trouble to communicate that I need to change skin
I do not fit into this plain jane haircut anymore
My wrist, un-tattooed
The tip of my hair, breast-length, coal black and sun-dried
Have you ever felt that finally the soul inside you want to be seen
not because of the sake of vanity
or the luxury of beauty
She wants to be present
She wants to scream by the top of her lungs,
"I am here because you can
Because I can too"

(So this morning I complete my celebration by having this quirky's cat ear because I can)