I am yet to meet someone
Who is
As painfully shy
As I am
I am not shy
From insecurity
Or low self-esteem
It is more that
I am too comfortable
In my own skin
but others see it as
extroverted
I liked it when you said
That such contradictions
Are what make me
Who I am
I think so too
How can I explain otherwise
A woman so comfortable in her skin
That she let you ravage it
Target-practise on it
When your skin evicted you
You are right
Such contradictions have become
A part of my DNA
I only hope
They are not mutative
I don’t want them showing up
Several generations from now
I don’t want someone
So comfortable in her skin
That she lost it
And was beyond a skin-graft