February 6, 2012
By , Neenah, WI
Scars cover my arms
Like tattoos
Blood red ink-
I paint the pain
Into my skin
A permanent art-
My body, a museum
Come and see
Judge me
Critique me
Tell me what you think
My thoughts, like clay
Will mold into your words
Make sculptures
And hold the brush
That creates another

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