You want to protect your kid 

You think getting ink on their skin is a sin

But why does putting a flower on my skin,

Makes you automatically think I’ve been tainted my ink.

Does it make me less whole?

Aren’t flowers a symbol of peace at war?

I’m fighting my own battles that you don’t know

But they’ll always judge you for what they don’t know

I’ll never understand someone who judges a book by it’s cover

Because you don’t know the journey it took to get to be out and uncovered 

It doesn’t make me less pure 

I know myself a lot more

So I’ll continue to get my permanent stickers 

Because ink doesn’t define me

For I’ve always been pure, happy, and whole