VISAGE
She looked in the mirror
And searched for signs of beauty
So futile, she reminded herself
When her strength was her vanity
The attack had melted the veneer
But her face was not her only identity
Her spirit was recovering
She refused to live like a faceless entity
The world had turned its back
Judging her for the blisters of vengeance
But she had done no wrong
Then why was she begging for acceptance?
Her damaged eyesight didn’t impair her vision
Her crinkled body was now thick-skinned
Her scarred lips didn’t quiver anymore
Her shriveled ears tuned out the din
She will put on her game face
And contour a winsome future
She will pursue justice
For she was not a Victim but a Victor.
Three Acid Attack Victors that inspired this poem:
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