My shoulder blade, where my armor rests, Reminds me of the waves it took me to come here.
The tattoo above the right eye is the whale who sung me a song and gifted me its company.
My earrings, what used to be a bracelet, Made by a little girl on another world.
I hold dear memories, now I made them wearable on my ears.
My wrists, required devices for bounty hunting.
I needed room.