Designer marks for glory I don't make
My piercings from a thorn I take
My face and nails painted with mud
No lipstick, my lips daubed in blood
Beauty and courage tattoos on their skin
My history, I bury in carved scars without and within
Wrinkles of joy, black bruises of strife
History etched in flesh, tapestry of life
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