it’s my heart that’s scarred
i am my own person
& yet i struggle
wrestle with the idea if i deserve
or will i forever wear the scar of
a woman born of violence?
i want to believe that i am more
than my father’s sin,
and that the world needs me;
but do they need me?
am i just deluding myself in thinking this?
if every voice matters,
why do i feel that i cannot speak
i am so tired of people trying to silence me
so i keep most of my words
no one can reject you if you reject
and i bury myself in the trees,
gardens, wildflowers, and creeks of my heart
to avoid having to be met with shame;
i am zuko
searching for my honor
without a scarred eye,
it’s my heart that’s scarred instead.