No one else has my scars
There are no exact replications
The shade of pale pink no one else has
The tones of red and brown that wind down my legs
That goes down my hand
Like branches shying away from a tree
No one else has my legs
The clear white plastic is formed to fit only me
The way each curve and crevice feel
Scratched on my prosthetic
They show a story of every fall
Every time I had to get back up
The shiny silver metal
The structure of my legs
The strongest part is built with nuts and bolts
Each nut keeps me connected
Each bolt keep me upright
That silver keeps me together
My tan silicone
It protects my skin
Keeping my leg safe
The black springs
The reason I stand
Giving me balance
Pink. Red. Brown. White. Silver. Tan. Black.
I am different
Not because of my disability
But because of the colors that make up my body
About the Creator
Jenia Gump
she/her
Double Amputee
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