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.
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