I am an equal

—yet still
Divided by the
opinions of others

Still it subtracts
nothing
Of my worth
ten times of what
Appearances are,
I am hundred times
bolder than I was before

For underneath the surface
of stars
Beneath my skin I am
the multiples of stories
In constellation of every
journey, every line and dot

I call these many stars
my many beautiful scars

And they are truly who I am!