/ˈsto͞opəd/ Scars ~ Poetry


I got tattoos to cover all my stupid scars
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Daddy took me with him and I danced for quarters when I was 6
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I’ve been to stupid bars
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I took daddy to the hospital cause he was too drunk when I was 9
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I learned to drive stupid cars
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I never understood what normal was that concept was stupid far
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Seen things I shouldn’t my life was super hard
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Teacher called CYS
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Wished up-pon stupid stars
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Now every man I get with tells me I have stupid scars
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Shards fragments and residue
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That little girl has been super scarred
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Not enough ink to cover all these stupid scars



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To note: Stu·pid 

/ˈsto͞opəd/

Slang:
Stupid – Fifty levin, plenty, a lot, a large amount, massive amounts, heavy, collection, significant, extensive

18 thoughts on “/ˈsto͞opəd/ Scars ~ Poetry

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  1. Awwwwe, thank you! 💓 I refuse to be a victim of my childhood. I’m grown now, I pull the strings whichever way I want them to go. My dad hasn’t had a drink in 30+ years. Thank God!!!! He’s a good dad and man today ❤️

  2. Drunken fathers make for the worst, I have to guess, not from experience, but stories I’ve read. Sounds like he turned your life into a tragedy that you worked your way out of with grace. It was hard to bounce back from, no doubt. Congratulations on the whole person you’ve become. The poignancy of your story makes the girl in the photo actually look beautiful, despite whatever one can imagine led to the state she’s in. Thanks for sharing.

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