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Monday, March 7, 2016

The Abandoned Baby


Scars. Beautiful scars. Lovely scars.
Carry them with pride. With compassion.
Bourne, they have been of passion,
Mother them, breed them, wean them.

Do they grow? No, they stay,
Quiet, secluded, they lay,
They never found a father,
They'll never find a father.

Scars. Beautiful scars. Lovely scars.
They add to the charm of the shape.
Oh, you give them a chance!
Oh, you watch them prance!

No.........! Do not erase these!
Oh, don't hurt them please!
Scars are a work of art,
Don't pull the victim apart!

Scars. Beautiful scars. Lovely scars.
They are a sign of love and pain,
A reminder of surviving disdain,
Dimwits don't know, don't care,

Your beautiful scar to them is fear,
because it is far beyond their depth,
oh, but those scars they carefully tear,
oh, but those scars they carefully tear!

Beautiful scars. Lovely scars.
They slowly disappear,
Leaving behind despair,
Unseen, with no marks of the harboured labour.

Scars. Unseen scars. Invisible scars.

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