I remember the words
they cut like blades
I remember the burns
they still hurt
I remember the marks
they never went away
but I am
who I want to be
because I love
my own body
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I remember the words
they cut like blades
I remember the burns
they still hurt
I remember the marks
they never went away
but I am
who I want to be
because I love
my own body
Interesting poem. I’d like to know the background.
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Thank you. It was about being the dancer I wanted to be. But then I edited it and changed the poem completely. 😛
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This is a good one. I think this is one of my favorites from you.
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Yay! It took so many edits.
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