Òjú àppá (blemished)

I'm the blemished one,
Amongst a few who have come to the know
Depths of pain and the values it carries.
I've time and times again fought for a life I now relish,
Scar, emblem of a fierce battle surmounted by grace,
Yet, a new dimension this war unveils at each conquest.
Unconscious cringe, advancing people confer
On the obvious emblem i now brandish to and fro
An active part of each day i refuse to get used to
Played blind to but can't help but notice
Screams from fears felt just by that little one
At the beholding of my insignia undetachable.
Tears wailing under shower unnoticed,
Sponge scrubbing as though they will wash away
The scar to the bottom of the drain hole I imagine,
It only result is a recoil into the draining world in my head,
Filled with pull backs from those hellos and heys
So as not to spark fears and cringes,
But ever morning I rise, like a phenix from yesterday's ash
Even if by night fall, should I fall to showery tears
And scrubbing sponges and draining world.
I am the blemished one.