We chose these wounds
These ruptures on the surface, these scars and battle tales were delivered on our command. We accepted these gnawing ails and aches and pains.
If anything, we should feel blessed and grateful that we had the power, that we have this kind of power. A power we inherited through bloodshed and the loss of innocence. This is a victory etched in the breath of history, a prize to be revered and cherished because we now have a choice.
We can choose our battles, we can say no and so we have to be proud of these rips, cuts, bruises, tears and wounds.
These are the manifestations of our greatest victories, one of.
These are the welts of our birthright, fought for and conquered.
We have to be grateful for these scars.
We chose these wounds.