Ancient word, warped by society
Marking those dubbed sinner and saint
Often hidden in plain sight
Meaning as deep or as shallow
As the bearer sees fit
Twice bitten by memory machine I am
First on my day of womanhood
A permanent stare affixed to the right
Forever gazing, forever remembering
Blue of the ocean, mimicking my own soul windows
Looking back so that I may glance forward
Four scarlet tears fall from the orb
A time line of life's milestones
Engraved upon my skin
Second a symbol of all I hold dear
Dark equine beauty rising
Representation of fantasy, horn racing up my spine
Self-appointed totem, feathers entwined in mane
Flanked by mysterious sunset
Best time for dreams
Permanent armor, as unique as myself
Never changing, constant comfort
Branded for life by my heart's very essence
Showing true colors when I feel fear
Unlikely candidate to wear the marks you may think
Judge not a book by it's cover
No slang upon me, no signs of hate
No crime have I committed
Name me not for wearing a part of my soul
Beauty is only skin deep