By Alea Ramsey, '23.
She wore her scars like wings
This life has hurt her with no regret.
This world has changed her into someone new.
Those sweet ocean eyes forget
What they’ve seen that made them smile.
They’re filled with painful memories
That cascade down her broken body.
Her scars mark her skin like pen on paper.
Creating a figure of more than the outline.
Those scars with a story bring her to life.
They lift her to the stars and
Off the uneven ground.
They hug her like the night holds
The moon.
And she’ll fly away
Light as a feather
Strong as a sword
Until she can’t see this earth anymore.