I wear art...

I wear art
like armor on my skin. The images
and words define me and wrap me in beauty and remind me
that I am scarred
that I am human
and that I have learned to love myself.

I wear art
like armor on my skin because my body belongs to me.
I decide
how to hurt it
how to worship it
and how to determine it is beautiful.

I wear art
like armor on my skin and it reflects
my mind and my soul on the outside.
My body is not your object of pleasure
to consume
to reduce to nothing a shell to be judged with your eyes.

I wear art
like armor on my skin.