Often red
Another part
We may want to leave at the bed
And with bruises for good measure
All seem to be curses
When we wanted treasure
Sleeves, pants and hoods
Always seem to be the cover
For these cracks on our shell
Before others can tell
But these are
just simple marks
Of on-going life
Mistakes, nature and strife
That tell your story
Of your beauty
Take it from a guy
Who is missing a part of his head
Scars aren't all about dread
Just another part
Of a work of art
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