Reclaimed

Don’t ever tell me, my tattoos take away my class.

Do you know why? because I didn’t ask.

I never asked for your opinion,

I never asked to be given permission.

For behind each picture, that you see,

Is a meaning only known to me.

Not the story I’ll tell you,

Their individual stories are true.

But for me,

Each tattoo is a new identity

A piece of skin his eyes never touched

A piece of me his hands never clutched.

A peaceful elixir,

Injected into a picture.

It’s a fresh start,

As I reclaim myself through art.

L.A Perrin