an open scar that never healed
knees bent and always kneeled
An open scar that continues to bleed
truth always told and never believed
An open scar that continues to be open
continuing tears no words spoken
an open scar that cries out
not to be heard just pushed about
An open scar in a world full of hurt
a hand lifting in pulling up your skirt
An open scar hidden underneath clothes
kept quiet so that no one knows
An open scar in so much pain
burning. peeling driving me insane
An open scar being tortured and beaten
not taken care of or bandaged mistreated
An open scar chained and binded to a pole
in the dark scared and in the cold
An open scar terrified and petrified a fear unknown
Something’s people will never know.
Love milly
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I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem so much. It made me realize that I have some opens scars that I'm not taking care of.