I’m tattooing my body because I want to be cool.
I want to be recognized, I want to be in.
I need to connect with everyone else.
I need to identify, and find an identity.
Because I don’t know who I am,
But I know everyone that tattoos their body,
Seems to be in on the game that I’m not playing.
So, I’m spending $450 bucks to spell out,
In a nearly illegible and highly stylized,
Hoodland font, the name of my dead daughter.
Twelve years old, she died of cancer. I’m tattooing,
My face because I’m lonely and need attention.