Am I bruised? Not appealing to the eye Wasn't I enough? I'm sorry there were Some scratches and scars It was brutal arriving here. I promise I'll heal And you'll never again Stare at me, making me wonder "am I bruised?"

Am I bruised? Maybe but there’s beauty in the scars, As I heal in my recovery I am completely and utterly, Grateful that God brought me this far

Am I bruised? Or has offense become a part of me? Maybe, I put my hope in someone else’s bruised identity? Am I bruised? Maybe, I’m refusing the truth that they heal? Maybe, just maybe, I’m not what I feel.

am i bruised? i am covered in them various hues of purple, yellow, black but as with most things in life, they don’t last forever. i am bruised. but as time passes, the bruises disappear. creating a now clear canvas of skin, just waiting for new bruises.

Am I bruised? Or am I just broken? Have my thoughts become my only friends? Why do I allow you to hurt me? Why can’t I love myself enough to set myself free? Free from all this doubt and negativity? Why do I love you more than I love me?

Am I bruised? When I turn you into toxic, So I don’t go to waste, You become the villian, And I wear the cape, I no longer know who I’m trying to escape

Am I bruised Or am I blinded Is this scar smooth to the touch like braille Am I bruised Or am I mute Is this pain too deep to express Am I bruised Or am I bleeding Is the water I’m wading a poison Am I bruised Or am I digging Is the web an entanglement of my mind ….do you see me

Am I bruised If so why am I bruised Hmmm am I? I see the black and purple marks sinked into my skin from the apologies I never received I am bruised black and purple by betrayals of those I once called family I am bruised by all those who love me conditionally I am bruised by my traumas while remaining silent I am bruised because if I had a taste of happiness What would I really be What would it really mean What does an unbruised woman look like?

Am I bruised? I stand accused, my fault i’m loves golden token, my picker seems broken, Keep wanting people that don’t want me, roots of neglect run deep, am I bruised? Was the attempt at my love fatal? An attack planed before my prenatal, will I have to be alone just to be safe, I’ve prayed to God pleaded my case, send someone who’ll love me not seeking benefit, someone who my love won’t quit, I’m always giving too much, revocation from no reciprocation cold to the touch, am I bruised. HisPoet

am i bruised, or are these your words beneath my skin? why can’t i scrub them off- why are they sinking in? was it you that made them venomous, and gave them legs to crawl? how could you sabotage me? was i significant at all?