I was once told that I look like everyone else
White skin, ready to burn
Blonde hair, growing long
Blueish eyes…I liked my eyes…
You couldn’t pick me out from a crowd
If you picked me though, you could take a look closer
A pinkish tinged streak across my face
A rosy lump on my upper lip
Greyish eyes...to match some pores
Surely now you can distinguish me...
Look closer still, and you will see life’s marks telling my story
A pale reflective scar above my breast
—earned by introducing a cat to a dog
Three ridged white scars on my wrists
—a crash where I saw green what must have been red
But, would you also see the scars that have no color?
Being invisible leaves invisible scars
Blemishes leave invisible scars
Peacemaking leaves invisible scars
Trauma leaves invisible scars
And my invisible scars make me unique.
I have also been told that I am beautiful
Beautiful yellow for the sunshine I give
Beautiful blue for the empathy I give
Greenish eyes…I really do like my eyes
It took me a while to believe I loved myself
It takes some time to notice the heart
Every beat the same blood red
Every surface lined by unique invisible scars
Each one reflecting its own beautiful colors that seem to read:
If you can’t notice me, you should.
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