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Mercy is a word for the ones who haven’t lived in fire. The ones who still flinch at the sight of a scar instead of tracing it like art. Me? I carry pain like jewelry. I let it shine in low light, let it drip from my wrists like prophecy. You told me to forgive. To soften. To be still. But you never looked in my eyes long enough to see the storm brewing there. Or maybe you did. And that’s why you ran. I was born of the ash, from hands that didn’t tremble even when they bled. I don’t owe the world my gentleness. I don't owe my enemies my silence. You took and took until the girl I was cracked open like a jaw and something older stepped out. Now I smile with teeth sharpened by the things I survived. I laugh in the places I used to cry. I kiss with the mouth that used to pray for peace. Mercy never met me. And if it did— it wouldn’t recognize what I’ve become.
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Mercy’s never met my skin Didn’t knock, just broke right in I was born with teeth, not prayer With fire stitched in every stare They told me love should feel like grace But I only learned the fists it takes Mercy never met me right Only showed up just to bite I bled and smiled, I crawled and stayed Built from all the games you played No confessions, no remorse I broke the chains and rode the horse Straight through heaven’s quiet gates Just to prove I knew my fate Not a sinner Not a saint Just the fire That they paint Mercy never kissed these scars Never lit my name in stars I learned pain and wore it bright Now I haunt, not beg for light
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