Scars

What is this body but a shell?

Delicate and disposable

It can be burnt bruised or broken but to me it doesn’t matter

To my sisters living with the scars of the acid the cowards threw at you

They call you disfigured but in my eyes now you are real and whole

The perfect you

Without the shell which could be painted and decorated distracting the world from your true self

Oh my dear sister now you shine through

A dazzling star

Your beauty is raw and undeserving of the people

But I am telling you I see it

And God sees it.

Surgery and suicide

Your scars are your strength

So wear them proudly

Like a solider put on your Armour

Every stretch mark and scratch screams a story that is too loud for the people to hear

Let them cover their ears

But I am listening

And so is God.

R.S.