I might be flawed and i might be broken
But where your cracks are held together by tape and glue
Mine have been pulled together by family and sealed with gold
My flaws and scars are beautiful
My family may not be rich
The gold they have stripped from themselves
Leaving some scars raw and bleeding to help mend my own
Together we are strong
No crack will be infected
We will not find ourselves in the trash to damaged for use
For we are striking to the eye
Our stories are sometimes sad but we tell them with the power of survival
We are proud to take our place
Our heads held high as the gold glistens in the sun

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