Poem: The Skin as Your Canvas

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Mother hates tattoos
she thinks they are tacky 
unattractive 
a sign of a criminal 

She talked about them
behind their back
but never directly
to their faces

Husband thinks 
those who have them 
are rebels against 
polite society 

He says he believes
in live and let live
but he always has
a definite opinion

I believe that 
they are beautiful art 
an expression of 
individuality

The colors and patterns
fascinate my creative eye
perhaps one day
I get pictures of my own

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