My beauty lies in what I can create

These bruises you've given us...they will fade
These cuts on our cheeks...they will close
These bones that you've broken...they will mend
These physical scars...they will heal

But this...this part of us that you have stolen...

we want to be strong. We want to roar! We want to heal!

But this...this place...

You have taken something from us that we can't get back.

We don't know if this will heal.

We cry out in rage and then break down in desperation.

We would prefer death.