We are born
A blank canvas
Our body
Mind
Soul
As we grow
We are painted by
The people around
Us the things we've
Seen
Done
Experiences
Each brush stroke
Of life whether
Light
Harsh
Small or
Big
Creates us into who
We are
Each scar
Whether it be from
Operation
Accident
Attack
Or self harm
Is a sign that
We have lived
Survived
Each stretch mark
Shows how
We have grown
These things are
Our bodies
Constellation
Don't hide them
Wear them with
Pride
Confidence
Love
The same way
The sky
Wears the stars
Some of us decide
To paint ourselves
With ink
Leaving permanent
Pictures
On our skin
Some have meaning
Some don't
We paint our hair
To match
Our personalities
And
Pierce out skin
Wherever
We like
All these things
Are different
For each
There are some
Who don't
Paint
On the outside
Leaving the mystery
Of them
To be seen by
Only their closest
Every canvas
In the world is
Different to the next
We are each
Our own
Works of art
All of us
Permanently
In a state of
'Still in progress'
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