Insurrection I am reclaiming my life, I no longer see myself in the picture you painted of me. (eyes all full of innocence and helplessness sweet mouth with only sweet things to say) So, I will paint over your image with blood and tears and dirt and all the ugly things you fear to see in me. For I am not afraid and I will not be made docile. I see the beauty in the things we have been taught to fear. They help me to shed my skin when it becomes too full of everyone else's taboos.