Tattoos on My Skin.

I wear my scars like tattoos upon my skin.
A permanent reminder to live.
You look at them with disgust, always so eager to judge.
Why did you do that? Don't you regret marking your body so?
My rebudle is usually no.
These scars are hieroglyphics on the walls of my Egyptian tomb,
This one here I fought for my life, this one I was crushed by my first love.
You see distorted flesh, marred to your unsatisfied eye.
I see a women with advice on how to survive.
A unique piece of art, misunderstood for standing out.
How dare you look upon my masterpiece with bare pockets.
Your body's a temple one should not mark,
Yeah well as I lay in my coffin I hope to tell my life story, screaming it so those with deaf ears will hear,
No misinterpreted messages with mixed signals.
I have pleaded for forgiveness, god lives inside of me.
But there was a time, when emotion fled from my lips.
I cursed his Holiness, turned my back and took refuge in the shadows.
I am a sinner that I won't deny,
but those are facts that will not make me cry.
Your discrimination doesn't phase me,
For you are not my Savior.
I didn't plead for you in my darkest hour,
My heart did not break as I felt the failure.
So question my scars, my existence, and will for survival.
I'll still be here tomorrow.
Flaunting my scars like your Bible.
These are my holy Scriptures,
My almighty commandments.
Permanent on my skin like the scars of Jesus's sacrifice.