My sins have been washed away by rain.
All the colours of my past
— red, green, blue —
Only the black ink of my memory stains my skin now.
Let my body be my canvas,
Don’t judge me.
My body is mine,
My words are sacred to me.
©Brindology 2016 & Belinda Low
©Original artwork by Belinda Low
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