There was a young girl who sat opposite me on the train
journey home the other night who couldn’t have been more
than 17 years old.
As she turned her head towards the half opened window in the
carriage door, the push of cold air through the wind swept
tunnel blew her hair to the side revealing a deep 7 inch scar
from her eye to her chin.
You could see people in the same carriage look at her
disfigurement with ****** discrimination
and an interested curiosity .
Made uneasy by the sudden unwanted attention that was
drawn upon her, she coyly masked her face with her long
auburn hair and closed her eyes unaware this imperfection
made her all the more beautiful.