You see, there was this girl on the bus
Dark skin, curly hair. Elementary age girl
Wiggling in her seat, uncomfortable in her own skin
I know because I battle the same war
Scars.
All over her hands.
Scratch marks and cigarette burns.
She tries to cover them with her left hand
Black hoodie,
Mourning soul
I should have told her she was beautiful
I should have told her God loves her
I should have told her her scars are beautiful
But I didn't
It's the thought that counts right?
Well no it doesn't count at all
Being brave is a lot tougher than it looks.
God's love is much too great and amazing,
that how dare I keep my mouth shut.
But I'm learning
And I won't be quiet anymore
And you shouldn't be either.
With Love & Grace- Diana
P.s. Michelle is back and the next couple of posts will be all her! It has been a pleasure, don't miss me too much! I'll be back soon :) Blessings to you all!
