I am cracked
Scratched
Scarred
I am ugly
To the bare eye.
I am dented
Crushed
Imperfect
To people passing through.
But from the dirt
The filth
The bloodied ground
I rise
Standing to my feet.
My soul naked
Shining through.
I am beautiful.
To those
Who stop to see
I am strong
I am splendid.
Look inside.
There is no dirt
And filth
And the blood that flows
Through me
Is filled with power.
I am my creation.
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Well written! Good job
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That’s a very powerful poem @FatMama
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