The needle trailed through my skin,
smearing ink with its every touch,
Imprinting my legacy in its wake,
Narrating the tales I speak not of.

Brave struggles and conquered fears,
all traced with a divine perfection,
marking victories over adversities,
are forever kissed deep on my skin.

Judged at first sight or outcast,
I care not about them the least.
I wanted my art to power me up
when I feel, speak or act feeble.