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.