Scars
English poems on acid attack
The way in which the world perceives beauty is majorly confined to bodily appearance. Beneath every scarred face, there lies an erasable story of fate and survival which should be told.
The Pied face,
Not though innate
Now belonged to her.
Those were scars
The reminiscent of tragedy
Which spoke of it.
A molest, a massacre
Midst of which
She was raped.
Then to be thrown
On the sheet of glass
as a piece of ugly trash.
Death which offered peace
Was an easy contrast
But she chose to survive
Accepting the scars
Which remind of the pain
When her skin was sewn
by the tailors of flesh.
Her face…
which was once adored
now a woven fabric
Of a tattered lineament
Disdained, scorned, mocked
And abandoned
For the imprints
Etched forever.
Inevitable, unerasable
That ruffled her beauty
Forever
Those were scars
Until he
Called them
‘beautiful’.
