I am the scar that lays underneath my lip 

that i got when i was four that so

many still ask about but i don’t mind

because i like it and reminds

me every day of how much i

hate my cousin

 

I am the scars that lay on my wrist

that are now covered by scar tissue

or not even noticeable anymore  

because i learned that those words

mean nothing to me 

 

I am the most stubborn person you’ll ever meet. 

I am most loyal person you’ll ever meet.

But I am also the most sensitive

which doesn’t make me less

of a person 

 

I am the mark on my thigh

when i thought i wasn’t

skinny enough for people

so i had to get rid of the “fat”

but then i learned that my weight

did not define me as a person 

 

i have been broken, tossed and choked

by the hands of friends, family and lovers

but i am still me and imperfect.

but i still love myself