The burn on my cheek
Shows like a scar
Pains my inner zeal
when hit with a laugh...
Touch it soft and it will shrug
Slap hard and it will flutter
deep into the cells it exist
doctor says it’s hard to believe
it bleeds when pulled to a stretch
melts when left to upheld...
The burn on my cheek
Is hard to conceal
Some people say ‘I am born ugly’
It penetrates deep into my soul
The woe of my parents and
an unachievable goal
a knot tied to a man of honour
locked me forever in a corner
my body was shrugged into pieces
looking for breath in a brutal world of species
the coming nights made it worse
dragged me into a monster’s hub
My eyes squatted to a corner
But the burn on my cheek
Still lived longer....
