Karen Amador

Rookie (04/11/98 - unknown / hostpital)

Scars - Poem by Karen Amador

Same here. do it with pride.

and while you do it think of

me. while the blood runs just

think. think that in some

other place, there i will be,

doing the same. because we

have no other art, our art are

our scars.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 5, 2010



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