This poem, a favorite of ours, was written in our writing workshop in less than 15 minutes. Our writing prompt that night was on scars. My Distinguishing Marks my distinguishing marks come from thugs that come out in the dark got one from a 15-year-old boy when I was seven years old being hard im 16 years old and still remember the day i got hit sticking up for my 12-year-old sister, got me hit with a brick a scar on my back from a broken broomstick got scars from barbed-wire on my wrist had to run after pulling a lick was running from the police and cut it going over a fence got cut over my left eye at a party fighting bent not all my scars come from wars though not all my scars come from doing something illegal some scars came from being a kid getting beat with a belt for being suspended or getting stole on for something bad i did and one of my scars i was actually born with got one on my chest from a knife i got sliced with my dad did it to me, pops was straight wicked my most distinguishing mark you can only see at certain times when i feel pain, anger, when someone tells me a lie or plays with my mind this distinguishing mark is seen in my eyes when you see it, its a signal or giveaway of all the rage i have built up inside, from all the nights when i was a kid and because i was hungry i laid in bed and cried from being taken from my mother by a social worker that lied, from seeing my cousins chest wide open from a 12-gauge blast in a drive-by, from going to so many funerals, when i now go, i dont cry, from living life in pain, away from light, in a place thats dark. its where, when, and how i received my distinguishing marks -Dwayne the Knowledge, Santa Clara
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 15:53:52 +0000
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