Smile lines like tender curves around my lips
Turned into fine lines etched across my forehead
And stretch marks around my hips
They'll tell the stories of the good and the bad times
The troubles and triumphs that were mine
I'll defeat
Hate it or love it, My scars will depict
Guns and Wars fought with a courage that just won't deplete
These pictures generations to come will see
The struggles that have made me rumpled
But like my fine lines
My agonies turned into symphonies on a warrior's skin
I am queen
