My Ink Defines Me

by Deborah Breuer

Ink defines me
All types
I’m not prejudice or partial to the type of ink that I let stereotype me.

Yeah, I got ‘em
Each one of thirteen represents me, my philosophies embedded deep within
And when a stranger sees them exposed in all their glory,
Cheshire smiling as they walk by,
My ink defines me.

My drawings,
Etched lovingly and with purpose,
Opens a window to my psyche.
Some dark and sinister exposing a past that some only fear in their unconsciousness.
Others in their permanency show a glimpse, a snapshot, of happier moments that make me long for clearer days.
And in running the substantial risk of being misinterpreted,
My ink defines me.

My words,
My first and longest lasting love affair,
Has proven over decades that,
Within myself,
Words carry a magnitude of gargantuan proportions.
Each one strategically placed and carefully chosen.
Some written to evoke emotions in others,
The rest to conjure something in myself.
And when on stage,
Amplifying these words for the world to hear,
I am judged,
But my ink defines me.


Posted on 07/17/2011
Copyright © 2020 Deborah Breuer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mo Couts on 07/17/11 at 10:10 PM

The title of this really enticed me! I, too, feel defined by my tattoos--I've 9 of them and have many more to come so I loved this.

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