New Poem

My body’s its own story

Each chapter has a stamp

Some of them were accidents

Some left my red cheeks damp

That one is from the schoolyard

I was only eight

He wound me up, and then I flew

Until the ground was scraped

This happened on the school bus

I barely heard a thump

I lost my vision temporarily

And it only left this lump

The next scar is on the inside

I got it from a friend

He was gone when I came to

That one’s been hard to mend

This one is from a table

The corner tore my skin

What’s worse I left it broken

Which I’m told’s the greater sin

This one’s from my conscience

This one is my own voice

This one is my favorite

Because this one was my choice