Lioness Marks

Every time I get undressed, I am reminded of my stretch marks.

I hated them because I didn’t have the proper prospective.

Now I do.

They are my lioness marks.

I am a lioness.

I bore four cubs with this human body.

My stomach and breasts stretched to capacity.

Growing and grooming a baby human for nine intense months.

I earned my marks.

I almost died twice during childbirth.

Going to war to bring a world changer forth.

When I look in the mirror and see my marks.

I am reminded of the life that came into this world.

To make a difference!

 

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