Here’s a poem I wrote from a time I learned the loudest voice isn’t always the truest. Not every Songbird sings the truth ✨! #poetry #dasiaharris #mybattlescar #fyp #model
My Battle Scar
I learned early that light makes noise,
and noise invites stones.
I wanted to shine—
then shrank myself to fit the dark.
I wore fear like borrowed armor,
hid my voice so it wouldn’t be taken,
almost let a holy gift rust
from the inside out.
But scars don’t mean broken—
they mean chosen by the fire.
I stepped forward anyway,
unlocked my throat,
let the song survive the storm.
The Songbird may have the numbers,
the likes, the borrowed cheers—
but I stand backed by the Most High,
and that outranks every crowd.
you hoped the wound heals but it never does, that’s cuz you at war with love
