Bruised
I have scars on my belly
But I guess I earned my strips
I have blackened marks on my legs
But I guess the mosquitoes knew that
I have patches on my arms
But that shows how brave I am
I have burns on my wrist
But hunger is not a plan
I am bruised all over
But that doesn't stop me
From becoming who I am
Bruised
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.