They check my hands and wrists
but never venture below
they never check my leg
s for the scars i dont put on show
they never check my stomach
for the cuts they wish to see
they just look on all
the visible parts of me
and they tell me not to cut
but what am i to do
so u can give me bruises
but i cant give my own self too ?
The slices i have
i make into words upon my skin
and i let the razor
go as deep within
i try to compare
the two kinds of pain
the ones i give myself
and the ones of which i got without my say .
The scars remind me
of what i been through
and d new cuts i have
tells me i'm stronger than you .
