If I could…

With all the art
permanency, ink, colors
the alternative me
would use them all.

The world wouldn’t
be able to tell me
I am me.

would add images to my skin
black and white
all over again.

My story could be read
from neck to ankle.
I’d ask you
to read it backwards!

So many words
in the English Language.
Tatted, dyed,
scarred, and bruised.

The beauty of being broken;
The beauty of being strong;
You can’t question permanency
in the end
it’s the world that’s wrong.


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