To The Tarnished

If the words I have been called

Appeared on my body,

Would I still be pretty?

 

Would you still want me?

Would you want to get to know me?

 

Or would you sit back in your corner,

Admire from afar

Yet, still judge on something of which you don’t know.

 

If for every cutting remark ever said to me

Or about me

Appeared as a symbolic scar

 

My canvas would be full and bloody,

And you’d think I did it,

Of my own accord.

©2017 Kristen Deukett.  Your Abditory Blog

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