My Truth
My Truth
I am an original
My body, my diary,
my totem temple,
a living portrait
frozen in time.
Black ink flows as fluidly
as the lineage in my vein.
Every line, every curve
roams my ivory plane.
I cannot bow down
nor demur, I have
bared my soul indelibly.
My poetry in flesh.
Needled into skin
__love-erotic therapy.
Pain is my sacrifice
and I will bleed for
my truth.
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Copyright © Tej Singh | Year Posted 2014
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