Scars

• Ann Twodros, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2015

My elder sister had scars stretched over her arms
I asked her where she’d got them
And she replied:
The looks that people give you
The notes that people throw
The things that people do to you
The words that people say to you
They pretend to comfort me
But the truth lies in their eyes
Get over it
They’re right
I need to get over it
The pain the sorrow
I am over it
I am over life
It’s just a knife