08 January 2021
15:49

I have many scars on my body that I hardly boast about
I create untold stories around them
The one on my thigh hold a story about boiling water being soul mate with my skin
The one on my legs tell a story why I liked playing with boys more than I did with girls
The one on my shoulders will tell you about the cons and pros of living in the township
But all of these scars,
The one mentioned above
this one’s engraved on my body aren’t necessarily my battle scars
My battle scars are the ones within
The ones they call emotional scars
This scars consists of my phobias, suicidal attempts my evil thoughts
They remind me about battles I fight everyday but never win
Wounds that turn into scars cos they were avoided
But how could I not avoid them?
I’m in the middle of the war everyday, the many I have the merrier the victory will taste.
I’m not grateful for them cos they make my life a living hell
But I don’t hate them cos they make me feel more alive
Proving I’m human, no longer a danger to myself or people around me
They make me feel proud of being a prey and a predator
Cos this battle scars are both self-made and men-made
I want them to heal but I don’t want them to be invisible
I don’t want to forget why I started this battles
And ended up having this beautiful yet deadly scars…..