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Take a Second Look and See What's Underneath the Scars On Me

Don't stare at me it's not nice This is how I paid the price For rescuing a child who From a fire I would pull To safety but in return I would scar with lots of burns All over my hands and face You have a look of disgrace Which is ignorant and mean I don't mind the way I'm seen Because it reminds me of The act of courage and of love That I performed late that night Doing what I know was right These scars will always show Me people need to really grow And not judge by others looks If you were polite and took A minute to talk with me You would find reality On people with different scars On their bodies and their hearts Some things happen that are not Supposed to be a scary part Of life but you need to take Good with the bad and just make The most of it as best you can This world needs to understand Not everyone will be perfect There are some things that are worth it Losing the way we were made So next time don't be afraid Seeing someone with imperfections They might have took a direction Helping someone they don't know To become a scarred hero

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