Tattoo Poem by Jamarra Butterfield

Started with the design
you called an approach
You placed it on the skin
Signature my mind
with your needle of lies
Then a bit of ink slid straight down my thighs
You engraved me with such beautiful ink
But the lies got old like a tattoo
on loose wrinkled skin
Unpleasant to the eye
bitter to the soul
100 nights of pain
being laser as truth unfolds
What once use to be the love
Now faded and gone
But the ink of that tattoo
Still lingers on