In the tapestry of my skin, a tale unfolds,
A mosaic of memories, stories untold.
Each scar a mark, a battle won,
A testament to the battles I've undergone.
I love my scars, every single one,
Even the tiniest, as they glisten in the sun.
They are the remnants of a life lived,
A journey of resilience, strength, and risks I dared.
They speak of a little girl, with eyes so bright,
Whose road was tough, her path not always right.
Through trials and tribulations, she found her way,
Each scar a badge of honor, a price she would pay.
The external proof of a life not easy,
Etched upon my skin, they speak so boldly.
They tell the world that I have fought,
That I have faced the darkness and never forgot.
Each scar holds a story, a history untold,
Of battles waged, of courage untold.
They remind me of the strength I possess,
And that even in pain, I can still progress.
I love my scars, for they are a part of me,
A testament to the person I came to be.
They remind me of the hurdles I've faced,
And the resilience that cannot be erased.
So let them shimmer, let them shine,
These scars of mine, they are truly divine.
For they are the symbols of a spirit strong,
And the proof that I have always belonged.
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Melanin Verses
Poetry"Step into the vibrant world of 'Melanin Verses: Celebrating Black Womanhood,' a collection of poetic gems penned by a young Gen Z artist. Journey with me, a black girl, from the tapestry of my teenage dreams to the canvas of young adulthood. Explor...
