I am pure Am I? I am stained beyond repair not scarred for my shell is thick. They ask me why I draw and erase upon my skin as if I am paper. "Why not just get a tattoo?" they ask. So worried about me. But I answer the same Every time. 'I prefer the impermanence of pen, for nothing as perfect as my own art upon my skin my personal reusable canvas should be allowed to stay. The doodles come and go as sunsets and sunrise shone on the the lake of tears cried for those lost in the endless battle against the impurity of mine and my own.
Not directly based on the book, but rather the loss of innocence without being the previous poem on such matters.