I don’t have tattoos to hide my skin
I use them to show what I represent within
As my body is the tongue that my mind speaks
And the stories I have on my body are still incomplete.
Day by day the world bends and prays
On men and women who lack values and daze
Into a dream that fails them each day
Yet they do not use their language to speak it away...
With my tattoos not only do I let them see me
But also what you meant to me
My heart scared and bruised
Almost as black and blue as me and you.
Pitch black like the women on my arm
Who’s seen what it’s like to be broken and scarred
But rather than having her in pieces, broken, and in sorrow
She’s helped me pushed through, giving me a better tomorrow
Loneliness, something I tended to find
She won’t leave me lonely in this lifetime;
Because this tattoo is for me, myself, and I
And my heart, which has been marked, will heal next time.