I'Ve Earned All My Scars Poem by Patti Masterman

I've earned all of my scars;
You won't find too many of them
Those pinkish, oddly shaped pearls, of too-white tissue
And mine are mostly internal.
I never had to resort to razor blades-
I knew life would take care of all of that for me.
No tattoos either; but I do have many road maps
Of foreign, exotic places, all over my legs.
I figure they must be distant, fringe outposts of civilization
And maybe all the roads, are just dirt:
No legitimate city would ever build such a mess;
Nameless streets, circling around on themselves, going nowhere
Dead ends; but midway a sudden ten-lane superhighway erupts
Out of nothing at all,
And there's so many streets, there's no room left to build a thing.
Still I keep looking, hoping some day to find
The place, whose routes I carry upon me
So I can finally find out the names.