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I.
These scars exist to show that I survived.
That the things that you prized I overcame.
Only those of us who have been deprived
their hearts know their weaknesses. And the shame
that you called puberty, you called hormones,
was a door that I walked through on my own.
I’m still changing. You said that flesh and bones
can’t be denied; yes, the pain that you’ve shown
me, the scars that you’ve cut into my skin,
I can’t deny. I’m still changing and you
fight with dirty tooth and claw, since you can’t
change—you’re only human. What you call sin
is faith. What I call love you call taboo
and what I call my prayer you call a rant.

II.
so sad too
bad get
over
it

asshole …