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An object
Forms the marks on my skin
They are permanently engraved
They are part of who I am
Artistic lines
Form my entire shoulder blade
Artistic, natural, and exotic
My ancestor's connected roots reassembled as something symbolic
A hummingbird
Forms a single warrior in the Aztec parade
My blood that runs through my veins now enhances color to the hummingbird's brain
A flower
Forms conflict between beauty and mass destruction
The flower wars was what my ancestors called it
They fought for what they thought was right
Believing in their gods and believing in their king with all their might
An object
To whomever else that sees it
To me
A rare and unique piece of history through a line of blood's memories
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