Canvas of Art

Walking down the street.
Or playing with my kids.
They stop and stare.
And all I can think is...
"What the hell ya lookin' at?"
Is it the way I walk?
The beautiful in my face?
Or the way I play with my kids?
Or is it the art upon my skin?
Some may see it as tasteless and unreal.
Ugly and to much.
But all I see is the story upon my body that my ink screams.
Every tat no matter how big or small.
All has a story behind it all.
My life.
My journey.
Family; loved and lost.
What I like.
What makes me who I am.
While you see a mess and distraction of skin.
I see a mural of dreams and stories untold.
This is art upon my skin.
My canvas once was blank.
Now no longer boring and tan.
It's full of colors, symbols, and sketches of art.
Beauty is art.
It's not just the music you hear.
Or the paintings you see.
Cuz see I have music upon my skin; note after note.
Little paintings to murals inked into my skin.
Forever to keep until the day they lay my body to rest.
So if your going to stop and stare.
Hell take a picture it'll last forever.

Keep your comments to yourself.
Cuz I could careless what you think of me.
This is my life,
My body,
My canvas God gave me.
For if you got a problem with it turn the other cheek.
Or stand there and watch me enjoy the life I keep.

Those who stop and judge are to busy standing still.
While the ones they watch are living every moment of life.
You can watch and talk.
Or go and live your life.
As for me.
I'm to busy living and enjoying my life.
I love the art upon my canvas God gave me.
Beauty to my soul.
So keep on judging me.
You'll see it doesn't matter to me.
It'll never stop me from being who I am & living the life I'm blessed with every day I wake up and see the sun again.

~Sparrow
All poetry and lyrics written and owned by Kelli Irene "Sparrow" Ramirez-Snowhawk and federally protected under the United States Copyright Act © 1998-2013