She Gave Life

Her six inch scar

Was a permanent reminder

of the gift she gave. 

That pink hypertrophic cross 

of life

always glared at those 

who dared to take notice. 
Apparently, the scar knew that 

She wouldn’t raise a shrinking violet.

She brought forth 

a tempest.

All wild haired and fiery;

a whirlwind 

of words, venom and sporadic niceness.

She spun that into poetry. 

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