Poems

My Bruises Are Tattoos
My bruises are tattoos--

They remind me of my faults.

A dog among men, I am abused

Yet I must limp back for more,

Who else will accept me better than you?

Afterall, I would be nothing without you.

Malice is the base and my blood is the liquid.

Held down against my will,

I beg you to spare my fresh from your profanity.

Alas, I vain I cry as the needle penetrates my blood-sullied skin.

In and out, my skin becomes tainted--

Unworthy for the love of another.

I saunter in my sorrow.

My tattoos serve as the reminder--

Of my conquered hide as well as my defiled pride.

I am at your mercy, a canvas for your anger.

The harder you hit; the more beautiful I become.

Most beauty is only skin deep,

Whereas mine breaks through mine own bones.

My bruises are tattoos-

They remind me of my faults

And of your faults too.

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