In My Skin

In my skin, I move. I spin like crinkly leaves on a windy day. I dance to my very own rhythm. In my skin, I hope. I dust myself off so I can take on tomorrow. I chase the rainbow that shines after the storm. Told by many different children as they sing, rise, reach, move, learn, hope, laugh, rest, remember and love, this gorgeous poem shows us that when you embrace the skin you�_Tre in, you open yourself up to a world of possibilities.