Tatted Soul
© By: Ky-Asia Pinkett
You judge me from the ink on my skin
And not the soul within
You have read my past, but you are blind to my future
Each drawing is a story of my life
The roses I’ve smelt, which later have died
The angel I hold close to my heart who whispers “Its going to be alright, every night”
Or the fairy princess, the life I wish I had
The cruelty of judgement can make a normal person cry, make a warm heart cold...
This is a confession from a Tatted Soul
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