her

Women come in many stripes. They conjure up images and divide us with love and hate. We take them as our mothers. We fight with them as enemies. We compete like sisters. We love like the endless cycle of the earth. When we are born female, we take on the world with women who surround us, fill us and guide us with a gentle hand, like only they can.

My scars are few

Bending the corners of my mind and enlisting the help of the inhabitants therein, I can begin the journey of complexity that is my future. Sometimes I'm as edgy as Tom Waits using a lead pipe as a megaphone while gargling glass, and other times the meanings of me are sweet, smooth and soothing like smoke from a hooka.
I only wish to leave this world with as little scars as possible, and leaving behind those pieces of flesh for the world to create upon.