like a suit of armor. It protects me
because it has toughened me up. I’m not
the innocent pup that I used to be, always
kneeling at people’s feet.

I wear my scar
like a badge of honor. It’s courage
that got me here. It’s days where I endured
great pain but always remained
true to myself, even when that meant
that I stood alone. I got on real strong.

I wear my scar
like a star. It’s shining brightly. I buff
it well in hopes to tell all that you can have
a scar and be a star all by yourself.