I would love any comments! Advice is also very welcome!
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Scarred

When you are cut
Does it scar?
When you bleed
Does it stain?

When I am broken
It leaves marks
When I am pushed
I always bruise

Do not hurt me
It won’t leave
You might move on
My marks stay

If all you believe is
Forgive, forget
You don’t look down
Don’t see the scars

We all are covered
In many marks
They show your life
Your survival

**inspired by my imaginings of what life might be like many years after a dystopia (and by watching Independent Lens and POV, and reading The Other Side of the Island too many times). I apologize in advance for any go-green sentiments or other cheesiness... (cringe)**