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Mar 2019
Scars.
Scars kiss my flesh.
I know me. You don't.

Stop telling me who I am.

I smile-
I laugh too-
Looking at these scars.

You say I'm crazy
Because of it. What if I am?
I'm a happily crazed child.
I am strong because my scars
Remind me of how much weight I have carried, I can carry.

My heart may say feeble
But my mind say power, strength, hope.

You choose what you want
Your mind will say to you.
I choose what mine will say.

Scars.
Scars kiss my flesh.
I know me but you don't.

My scars remind me of my
Survival.
Tell me to keep surviving. Breathe..

My scars,
My mind-
Help me to
Breathe.
Written by
Kyla Plummer  14/F/Jamaica
(14/F/Jamaica)   
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