Tatted Sutra
I've been pondering for a long while now, if you're African American and male, how it is that, you could be dumb as a box of rocks. In fact, if you're a Black man with a working penis, someone could put a flashlight to the back of your head and blue light can shine out your eyes. And as long as they dress you in trendy stylish apparel and you don't say too much, you're going to be able have sex with a woman with a degree and walk away just as dumb as when you arrived. At any given time there may be ink, paint, oil, dirt and a whole lot of things on my skin. But! There is no ink in my skin , because I choose to be a unique expression of intent not, someone else's canvas. And no one has stepped to the palette that I really what to be that intimate with. I don't need other's expression of anything painfully embedded into my skin. Life has tatted and picot my flesh enough to make me gossamer. Knot I put ink on paper, because it's infor
