I have scars on my legs that are made from a razor blade.

Behind them is anger and hurt and sadness,

Disappointment and inadqueacy and shame.

My eyes are a blue that's as blue as the sea.

Look into them and you'll see happiness that dances like a Hula girls hips, passion so deep it'll tumble from your lips and pain that will make you see the world differently.

My hands, they are small and my palms are all callused.

They hold lots of care and love for others.

They transform my passion into images and words.

My hands are not beautiful, my hands are those of one who works.

I am a girl who is proud o be different.

I am a girl who is used to being independent.

I let others lean on me but I don't know how to ask for help myself.

I am changing.