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To the Girl with the Scars on Your Body:

But when I hug you, I’m not hugging around your scars.

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Yah, they’re on your arms

and your legs

and other easier-to-hide spots,

But to the girl with the scars:
You’re more beloved than you know.
I know you wish you could live inside your sleeves
so they wouldn’t have to show,

But when I hug you, I’m not hugging
around your scars.

I don’t elevate them or love them more than you.

I don’t love your scars, I love you.

I don’t praise your scars but I don’t ignore them either.
What’s a country without a history?
What’s a song without a build?

Every flower that blossoms first curls itself away,
and I anticipate your blossoming.
You’re the most beautiful orchid;
you’re a choir of daffodils
singing yellow songs on the prairie,

you’re more beloved than you know.

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for Eve

2 comments on “To the Girl with the Scars on Your Body:

  1. Thank you.

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  2. This is beautiful. Thank you!

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