Scars
I am not ashamed of my scars
they are unique
they are a part of me
they are memories
and battle wounds
different shapes
odd sizes
each with its own tale to tell
they are a road map of my life
a sharp left up the side of a vicious palmetto
a short detour to meet that scalding iron
multiple trips under the surgeons cold blade
and an extended road trip at my own hands
so many stories
some good
some bad
all mine
no, I'm not ashamed of my scars
in fact I own them
I wear them with pride
they set me apart
they are what makes me...
me
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