I choose beauty

I refuse to be beaten down

With the ole wooden baton

You left my soul blemished

In fear of what’s to come

Beaten with your fists

Until I could cry no more

Lasting scars beneath

Uncut hair placed on my scalp

To choose life or death

Yet death would be easier

But why?

A path unwilling to walk

I choose life

Beauty of what surrounds me

I choose the birds singing

Each sunrise, rain and storms

I choose beauty in living

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