Inspired by Colored Girls

I write

I carve

I write

I carve

Do you see my artwork?

The physical message of a pen can not always be written sometimes it has to be craved

I mean I crave

I crave it into my skin as if it was the pages of my notebook

I flip through different chapters of my life

Marking it into my skin like landmarks

I say I fell

But the knife fell into my skin so that my blood can be released like pain

I don’t feel the pain

I feel stories unfolding

Like crippled pieces of paper in a garbage

My massacre is being released

You feel sorry for me

But I feel free

My arms shows the marks

Of my history

Don’t tell me I should not have dignity

If only you knew what was done to me

You would help me

write

carve

Do you see my artwork?