It all started from genesis,
That unpleasant marked nemesis.
Unworthy to behold like a rag of menses,
Silently crawling through life's fences.
Their eyes speak louder than their lips,
Their whispers pierce like poisoned tips.
Names I didn't choose, but still must wear,
A burden borne too deep to share.
They see the body, not the soul,
Their judgment digs deeper than hole.
Scars invisible, but oh so real,
Bruises only the heart can feel.
So judge me not by wounds you see,
But by the fire that burns in me.
Though stigma tries to write my end,
I’ll turn its ink into a pen.
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