Unlabeled

Piercing of skin

Pigment implanted

Over ridges of raised flesh made by sin

The ink taken for granted

The brisk air hit her jacket

With the world on her side

Not a care in her mind until they squawked:

FAGGOT!

Cycles within her lungs

IN ANd OuT…In…and….out

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Her head sPiNnInG into the sun

Did this justify another doubt?

A report card, she was

Critiqued for living

Why did they judge her, just because?

And yet she was always forgiving

She tilted her head, up up and away

The strings pulled her higher

God saved her that day
No need for that “Missing Person” flyer

For the Lord held her soul

In his arms He cradled

DEEP breath, and she felt whole

Officially unlabeled