HUMINT: My left arm is a freedom cheat sheet. On it, I’ve tattooed the Declaration of Independence. Freedom is as much my skin tone as my birth race. My faith in American values is enshrined in something harder than stone; my own flesh. Ink, ideology and flesh have merged into one American body. On my right arm, the same should be written in Spanish, Russian on my back and Farsi on my chest. The theory of freedom is not specific to language or culture. Either you are free or you’re not.
Image is of an album jacket… not me.
Labels: fiction, freedom, independence, tattoo