Scars remind me that my past was real,
like the sight of you and the scent of beer.
I’ll never hate anything more:
you are everything that I can't ignore.
These scars remind of the truth…
what was God thinking when he made me from you?
i will never suffer this fate again,
I’ll never become this thing I hate.
The scars remind me of where I’m from
and of the thing I’ll never become i hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem