Used to be ashamed of them;
Thought they made me less of what I should be;
Constantly covered them up;
Even denied they existed;
But instead of them going away;
The wounds reopened with each new lie;
I bled the more with each denial.
Thought the world’s strongest and most beautiful
Were the ones with no scars to show;
But I learnt that the scars make one beautiful
Because I grew stronger after bearing them;
That I am not damaged goods because I got scarred along the way;
As no lesson learned is greater than the prize;
My scars have taught me more than any script.
So I choose not to cover them up anymore;
Life is not fair so a perfect life is just an illusion;
With every fall, I got up more determined;
With every bruise, I took note of the slip;
Scars aren’t mere marks but chapters of my story;
So I’ll own up to and be proud of my scars;
Because they are now my beauty marks.
© Josephine Amoako 2016