You see this scar? Well, it has a history.
It's a small burn scar, and that is no mystery.
I got it as kid of only fiteen.
I wasn't careful around the oven, so it can be seen.
You see this small scar? It's got a story, too:
It used to be a jellyfish sting, I tell you.
I was nine and the sting was as big as my hand.
Since my ankle was smaller, the size was quite grand.
The scar on my shin that looks just like a face?
A bike fell on my leg when it was knocked out of place.
The one on my shoulder that gets white when I tan?
I got that when the summer of '11 began.
We've all got our scars and a backstory to tell:
Some received when were cut; some we got when we fell.
Some stories sound cooler than others, by far,
But nothing looks cooler than a well-earned scar.
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Behind the Brown Stars
PoetryThis is a Never-Finish type of anthology; I will probably never publish it as a "finished" work and I will constantly be adding to it. This is poetry that just sort of happened. I hope you like it. :) Also, bold-italic font is an author's note.
