I am human, and so are you.
We both have scars that dance across our bodies.
Telling stories of courage and sometimes defeat.
The only difference that lies between us, is some of mine are man made.
Made of choice rather than accident.
Made as art.
A reminder of our own free will.
Not to cover up the flesh I was given.
But to enhance it,
by letting some of my real self, be painted outward.