Art for Heartaches (Poems)

Vulnerable

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When the world

points to what you lack

according to their uni-colored lenses;

picks on your bleeding wounds

for their joy and convenience;

scratches on your face

to prove a theory they ache to test

just to lift themselves up while using you 

as both a foot stool and a shield;

remember

what you lack in their opinions stays as mere opinions;

your wounds and scars may mar you 

but also decorate your distinction;

and whatever they have proven - according to their thoughts-

are as invalid as their own egotistic gloat. 

You are who you are -

and to someone who sees you from afar

who reads between your lines and paradox -

you as you are... is as beautiful as your words. #