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An object Forms the marks on my skin They are permanently engraved They are part of who I am Artistic lines Form my entire shoulder blade Artistic, natural, and exotic My ancestor's connected roots reassembled as something symbolic A hummingbird Forms a single warrior in the Aztec parade My blood that runs through my veins now enhances color to the hummingbird's brain A flower Forms conflict between beauty and mass destruction The flower wars was what my ancestors called it They fought for what they thought was right Believing in their gods and believing in their king with all their might An object To whomever else that sees it To me A rare and unique piece of history through a line of blood's memories