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My scars are hidden,
Not self-inflicted
Still they reflect,
My anatomical neglect.
See, I was born with a battle.
And I've just got to deal,
But your comments rattle
For as long as Forever
There have been Eyes
Eyes that see
Eyes that dare and try to reveal
Me.
Even young, those stares followed
even with my mama
sneaky when with my father
