Scars,
Like a red wine stain
On an ivory dress.

They stain my Ivory skin,
And yet,
I wear them proud.

They are my medals,
Earnt in war.
In love.

In hate?
In hatred of who?
Me or you?

They offend you,
Your eyes can't lie like your mouth.
They scream the truth.

As do these,
The truth is I suffered once,
I hurt once,

You think me weak,
But I am strong,
You shame me.
You are wrong.