They say our bodies
Are like canvases
Waiting for us to become artists
To portray our lives, for all to see.
The canvas that I own,
Is not any less beautiful than yours
I have marks from the world,
And hair dye running down my spine
Pink and purple lines trail down my thighs
Sighing deeply I stare in the mirror,
Is my canvas tainted?
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
They say our bodies
Are like canvases
Waiting for us to become artists
To portray our lives, for all to see.
The canvas that I own,
Is not any less beautiful than yours
I have marks from the world,
And hair dye running down my spine
Pink and purple lines trail down my thighs
Sighing deeply I stare in the mirror,
Is my canvas tainted?