I have claw marks on my hips red and raw
I am a warrior Queen and I feel no shame
Won in long dark battle the red lines draw
a picture, tell a story, sign my name
I felt hysterical and insecure
When the crimson stretch marks first grazed my hips
I was convinced my love would leave for sure
the journey into imperfection trips
the wire, triggers the thought, I am impure
Ridiculous and so truly insane
this dark subconscious assimilation
Other peoples ideas deeply ingrained
I can hardly express my frustration
I claim ideas, dreams and thoughts for myself
and peaceful brave acceptance by sweet stealth
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