Sunday, May 3, 2015

Light



Your hands have scars

They prickle and bite
They think you tear until you’re white
But No. Your skin is so beautiful and bright
With power that can win a fight
You can pierce anyone not worth your time
You have gone through so much
And can see through those who 
Call themselves right

I’m proud of you sis,
You are my light.



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