When I feel empty and uncertain,
your ink fills me up with words
and puts my humanity on display.

When I feel empty and uncertain,

your ink fills me up with words

and puts my humanity on display.

You can’t ride a bicycle through a flood. Think with your body.

You can’t ride a bicycle through a flood. Think with your body.

Ink plastered over my body,
fist and stance.
Death over dishonor,
silent soldiers 
freshly brewed 
but not quite society’s cup of tea.

Ink plastered over my body,

fist and stance.

Death over dishonor,

silent soldiers

freshly brewed 

but not quite society’s cup of tea.

My soul has gained weight.

My soul has gained weight.

Our bodies are not shameful. 

Our bodies are not shameful. 

You’ve stripped me of my clothes.
I’m too open,
too ready to bleed. 

You’ve stripped me of my clothes.

I’m too open,

too ready to bleed.