| Body Art Poetry | |
All Poem Pages: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13
I don't conform
By Mira
my morbid mind
my tainted soul
is pure noxious
I'm not whole
but to express
my depression
I extract my inward outside
I will not be put in your oppression
I design my body with obsession
my skin I hide
don't conform to your ways
I don't want to be you
I'll stick needles though my body
if that's what I want to do.
Times are changing
By Chris Binder
Times are changing,
for all mankind,
sounds of bombs,
can mess with your mind.
I look down at my belly,
and all I see,
is a peaceful dove,
glaring back at me.
This dove made of ink,
is my one true pleasure,
for now this symbol,
is my own true treasure.
I hope with my art,
that others can see,
times are changing,
but they are not changing me.
The Harsh Reality
By Valéry Legault
It's not what you bleed,
It's what you feel,
That makes it all appear,
In colors gold and green.
When is it right to show?
All those goons to know,
It's not because your different,
That people should get separated.
In categories they want us to be,
And that's the harsh reality,
But they will never get me,
Marginality is no category.
The sounds get louder,
My knees get weaker,
I will carry my trophy,
Whatever they say and will think of me.
Stand up for what you believe,
Fuck them and all the policies,
Don't get buried in the system,
Nobody can fight against authenticity.
Untitled
By Angelle' Norwood
Ink runs through my veins,
Colors of blacks, reds, blues, yellows, & greens.
Forever down the changing lanes
While our peers put us to shame.
All Poem Pages: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13
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