A Body of Words

If our words were carved into our skin, Like a legacy on a tombstone. Do you think that people would embrace these words? Or do you think that they’d try to hone Their personality. Attempt to make it better. Or do you think that they would bury it in a sweater? Maybe the sweater’s off the shoulder Where there’s words of hope and care And maybe, where there’s other kind words There’s a hole in the sweater there, Is it fair? To only show the words that you want To pick and choose what people see Even if you can’t change the font. Do you think that people Would actually change what they say When there is an easier way, You may see good words written on their skin But you don’t see what’s beneath the jumper You don’t see what’s within You may say that’s nice, but this is just a poem This doesn’t happen to us But you’d be mistaken Because, A camera’s just the same You don’t get to see what’s outside the frame.