The Tattoo

You got a tattoo 

and your mum said she hated it 

but you had it and couldn't change it 

and you know she hates you having it 

but it makes you happy and you are proud of it 

and eventually you stop talking about it 

but the tattoo is still there and your mums hatred for it is still there

sure she still loves you as her child, but she hates that aspect of you 

and she won't discuss it 

and doesn't wanna see it 

and you cover it up so she doesn't have to see it 

because you know that if you show her, she will get angry. 

And you know that you can either cover it up for her, from her forever

Or you can flaunt it in her face. 

But you choose to hide it,

Because you can wait another day,

hoping that the next day you will wake up 

she will see it,

And smile. 

You have it. 

Its permanent and it makes you happy. 

It doesn’t make you who you are, but it is part of you.

She says to you ‘The only thing I want is for you to be happy and if that tattoo makes you so, then I am willing to accept it’.

And thats it.

The tattoo is here to stay.

And she may hate it, or may accept it.
But its yours. It belongs to you.

It won’t change. And she can’t change it.