I invite you to gaze upon my skin,
At the tale in ink of the inner me;
An intimate glimpse into who I am,
Artistically applied for all to see.
My life’s the story; my body, the book,
Each picture a page from my memory;
A mixture of pain and blood make the ink
With which is recorded my history
Of places I’ve been and people I’ve known,
Fallen branches from my family tree.
A poetic chronicle of my past
Mixed with dreamy visions of what could be;
I am a masterpiece in the making –
I am drunk on life, a bit bourgeoisie;
I’m a prince in rags, a pauper in silk,
My flesh is the canvass where my soul is free.
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