Monday, April 8, 2013

I am painted

I am painted.

I am painted; my body is but a canvas of my life, imagines of those lost and things to be remembered.  My flesh cut then healed prays the true color of my faith; red, black, white and blue, these are the colors which mark me.  A name, an inscription a memorial to those who have fallen.  My skin shows those and that which are important to my very being.  Permanence of color a picture story of my integrity, my love for those living and lost.  Don’t be shock by what you see; these are things that make me who I am.  These are the images that have carved my soul before you.  Love me and I shall love you forever in return.

 My skin is marked; this is who I am, respect my colors.

From the Ramblings


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