The Colors of Pain

My wrists were as red as the rose

As my veins I would expose.

My heart was blue and black,

Colored just like your attack.

Sadness painted me like a kaleidoscope of pain,

Now I wear these hues as trophies of my gain.

I have overcome the darkness you created,

Now my hurt is gone, has been abated.

I was once mistreated and brutalized.

Now I am strong and I have realized,

That these colors are mine to take and to hold,

I wear them now like badges of gold.

The blue in my heart now sits upon my head.

The red my wrist would cry now tints my cheeks when I smile instead.

The black outlines the art inked on my body,

The pigmentations a rainbow of gaudy.

I am a display of art and ink and color and love.

Your marks no longer etched on me as displays of

Your anger and cruelty.

Now I step with dignity.

I am loud and chromatic and there is pride in my walk.

There is happiness and vibrancy when I talk.

Your power over my body and mind has ended,

And the colors of anguish now into joy has been beautifully blended.