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Every woman is beautiful, and if there are scars, these speak of their life and what they have experienced. They make them beautiful inside out!
This poem is for all the beautiful girls and women in every corner of the world, who with all their imperfections are still very very beautiful.
I sit on the uneasy sofa, staring blankly at the floor
While the busy ant hurries with its day’s earnings past the creaky door
When suddenly a harsh voice through the silence cuts jarringly
“But there are too many scars, my dear,” her gaze drills through me bruisingly
“The photos didn’t reveal these ugly scars before
I am afraid we cannot continue with this alliance any more.”
“That’s it!” I tear my gaze from the ant and stall her next sentence
“Who are you and I wonder who gave you this license?
To make me feel all wretched and unworthy
Will you now please leave, and yes, don’t forget the sweets in your hurry
My scars though ugly are much prettier than yours
For yours are hidden cunningly right in your every pore.”
With that I stride off to my room and shut the stunned door
Who has the sense not to make that creaking sound any more.
I stand before the tall mirror, adorned like a regal
Oh my! The dear mirror is all honest and brutal
“Bravo, young lady! You are a true star
Not everyone has the courage to take pride in their scar!
Let me tell you scarry tales I hear everyday
From my friends and family near and faraway
Scars tell tales, of joy and agony
Of hurt and love, and courage and destiny
Sarah had a prized scar on her knee as she skated her way to glory
Fatima’s scar on her back reprimanded her for protecting her brother rather sulkingly,
Tanu’s mischievous giggling scar sat on her daddy’s scooter
Parvathy’s nasty red scars complained of her pimple years
The teenage scar on Janki’s thigh laughed at her first scalding tryst with being hairless
An adventurous scar on mountaineer Jill’s forehead applauded her for being fearless
A hasty long scar on Priya’s wrist took me to her first attempt in the kitchen
The angry scars on Asiya’s face thrown by a jilted lover smitten
Those silent scars on Parul’s body suffering with her in her marriage
Anna’s painful scars cheering her for carrying on the lineage
The sad scars on Rachel’s breasts lamented her lost beauty
Lakshmi’s valiant scars pointed towards her line of duty
The tales keep pouring in, and are delightful and inspiring
Seek refuge in them my dear, for they are brave and heartwarming!
Even if you are covered with scars from head to toe
Do not be afraid to flaunt them, because you are prettier than you know
Every scar works in creating a more wholesome and beautiful YOU
Have faith in me, my each and every word is true.”
And just like that, my dear mirror healed my scarred soul
I hugged and kissed it, for it had made me feel whole
Oh! Don’t look at me like that, I am not someone from Mars
I am just an ordinary woman made beautiful by her scars!!
Published here earlier.
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