Scars (Un)Seen

Every scar tells a story
And I’ve got a few
The hair on my eyebrow
Didn’t appear out the blue

I was whirling and twirling
At the housewarming fish fry
Scrapped my forehead against metal
Luckily it completely missed my eye

The adults busted in the door
Hootin’ and hollerin’— nauseous
Thinking they saw blood
Eyes welling up, tears began to flood

I even have one that
Runs from ankle to knee
I was jumping on gates
Project baby — that was me!

I hobbled down hill
From the basketball court
Shouldn’t have been there anyway
I don’t even play sports

Then there’s a few
That I tend to try and hide
But if you listen close enough
The poetry is where I confide

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