My dreams are a rainstorm
Unpredictable and darkly beautiful
Everyone is proud
But I see the shame in their eyes
My tattoos didn’t hurt
At least I told Larry they didn’t
When he took away the cleanliness
Of my once clear, pale skin
The buzz of the machine
Sends a shiver down my spine
And the cold needle
Steals what’s left of my childhood
The ink permanently penetrating
And staining my body
Feels like an angry cat
That just won’t let go
Carefully hidden
When I walk into work
Because Kaci is a smart girl
And has to look professional
I will be successful
Despite the stigma you give me
My soul is displayed in art
I am more than just a canvas
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