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The Scarred Dream


Dear My Scars,

 

What do you see when you look at me?

In my eyes can you see past your reflection?

All you see is the color

And structure of an eye

Really look hard at me

 

Naked

the

human

eye                                                                      

Only to see me                                    

Physically

Long Hair,

Naturally

A body of goddess

Oh my goodness

And these pretty features

But a real heart lies within

Pain is the anatomy of this clothed skin

Internally scared

To the bone this child

Stripped…                                                                          

Naked

Of innocent

At an early age

Pants slipping

Dipping in the ocean of my own insecures

Stripping to please the man of another kind

I was blind

Life changes tarnished my 20/20 vision

I was born with

Just to rebirth me into sin   

Everyone has scared me in their own special way

 

 

Lying under these scars

My story is placed

Every scar recites a new chapter

Some written in blood by my heart

Others forced by the pencil of my soul

At only the perspective of these eyes

Bleeding through the paper

Lays every lonely tear dropped

Expressed to the world to let you know

 

I am here

Here to nourish                          seeds

Wrap my hands around the roots of souls

So that don’t feel any growing pains

Here to help a man

That showed me love isn't between my legs

But the power of love lies in the darkest place

My heart

Illuminating the possibilities of hope

I’m high off the dopeness of that

Don't take this a joke

It’s real

Not lights camera or action

Just lessons

 

I spoke humility and gained stability

 

And when I leave my footprints on the sands of time

Forever being remembered

By ken left to reminisce about me

My story may make you tear

But don’t cry from ME

I’m the one that earned and learn from her scars

God taught me that

 

Scars scared me

But I’ve been taught by every slit and blood dropped from this body

I’ll forever see your scar

Remembering not the pain but the morality

The morality

I look at these scars everyday

And realize my life is

A scared dream story

And the rest is still

 

Sincerly,  

Unwritten!!

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