Some poems about physical scars, both the ones i have made myself
and the ones i have received from surgery or living life. And I just
wanted to say, all scars are okay, you needn't be ashamed of them <3

Showing scars

But if I showed you my scars,
Would you frown?
Would you gawk and resent?
Or would you trace them sweetly

Ask me for their stories in wonder
Learning about my lines as children learn words
Reading them with your fingers as though they were brail
And memorising them as you know my laugh

If I told you of my scars,
Would you love them gently?
Appreciate the visible ones in their tender glory
With no more need for foundation and cloth

If I shared mine, might I see yours?
Trace them in unison with laughs and soft words
Might we bond over faded pain?

First act

I came into this world through a scar
Forcefully cut free in order to cry
Was it truly a surprise when I entertained the act?
Scarring myself and those around me as though I was destined

I was the saviour come again my vovó said
Born on the day the saviour was pronounced dead

But I cannot be a saviour
I have flirted with death and with sin
I will not repent my past, not that behaviour
I refuse to cast away my begin

I won't be the next one
Pretend that everything is alright
So the pain may cycle through in spite
You have my permission to be blunt
Call me overdramatic and fragile

I'm no easter egg brought forth as a gift
Mami lied on that front too

She did crack open my shell
Tossed me into the frying pan with salt and pepper
Enjoyed the familiar smell
No lingering thought of living together

Tells me we may knock on heavens door together
After all we may as well go altogether
We have both knocked on the door many a times
Mami tell me?
Did you really want to go together?
Would that be your act of love?
And would it have been for me or for you?

Sweet wickedness

There was something wicked within me
So terrible my own body ripped itself apart for release
I'm covered in accidental and intended scars
My nature begged to be released from my skin

But it was no wickedness anymore
Through the pain, the nature changed
It became kind and soft and all things sweet
Even the damned can see the most propitious of endings