By Tina Isom-Carey
I’ve come too far for you not to respect
my scars.
Pages left unturned happiness passed up
because lessons never learned.
I go back to the same mistakes repeatedly,
conceitedly thinking I will succeed.
You see,
I come come a bloodline of
Warriors
Peacekeepers
Leaders
Healers
I will never give up on humanity no matter
what it throws at me, I wear my scars
with pride, it reminds me of what I have
Endured
Withstood
Resisted
Survived
to see them is what keeps me alive.
Tina Isom-Carey is a personal chef and a long-time writer and love of poetry. She spent her childhood in Knoxville, Tennessee, and went to high school in San Diego, California. She became a permanent resident of Virginia Beach, Virginia in the early 90’s.
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