i show my strength in the drugs
i don’t take while birthing my baby.
i wear my journey on my skin
stretching out in platinum lines,
puckering and shining across my belly
and my breasts
a scarred road map of my history.
i’m inked, in more than one place
and in delightful glee toddler fingers trace
the outline of their names
you think your way is the only way
but that just ain’t fact.
perception, you’ve told me from the start.
it’s all about perception.
i’ll create my happiness
by my rules.