Markings.

These markings are timeless. it may fade in color, but never in meaning...my story can be touched up and recreated...these ageless markings on this aging body and I'll show you in the light with pride. Beauty with a face, not the mask I hide behind. These markings are symbols of honesty, the deepest parts of me...It's not the skin, but the message that makes me a beautiful woman.

Take it in with a breath, the canvas that breathes and heart beats, with blood of an artist and tongue sharp as a poet. The art of my world in motion. These markings of my being, the path that has made me be, to exist in this world...if God take my voice, then let these markings be my name.