Ink on the Skin

Ink on the Skin,
White like Paper.
I am my writing,
The corners taper.
My poems I read,
Then soon become.
Sharing the thoughts,
I'm trying to overcome.
These words I write,
Share a story.
Even if they don't understand,
And all they speak is derogatory.
Ink on the skin,
Sinking in,
I live for these words,
Standing for the appellation of sin.

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