I’ve been missing you so bad and you don’t seem to care
a man grabbed me by the arm and jerked me towards him today,
a woman saw me walking in her direction and steered her child away from me.
i’ve heard “why would you do that to yourself” to “i like it” to condemning me to the fires of hell.
a man said the other day, “i don’t do drugs or get tattoos, i’m a good guy”,
my family disowned me when i started wearing my skin like my soul,
that just opened my eyes to how they would react if i ever would fall into a vice or become depressed again,
every new bit of ink i inject into my skin,
the more people are afraid, the less value i have.
"you’ll never get a job like that"
some people tell me i am brave, share stories about their fantasies of the tattoos they want, and then they
most are fear.
i’ve been a chameleon, now i’m a neon sign, and that is okay.
i’ve watched the way people treat me when my tattoos are covered,
it’s funny how easily something cosmetic can turn people against you, make them think you’ll open your legs for everything,
when i see a tattooed person,
but some of us are addicted to drugs
but so do people with not even a dot of color in their skin.
i don’t think anyone of us deserves to be loved any less, whether we are painted or not."