My mother holds me swaddled and small,
She looks down at my face coated in blood and all,
This is how bleeding leads to beauty;
I take my first steps and I slip and fall,
My knee was once bleeding but now I stand tall,
This is how bleeding leads to beauty;
I sit with new friends on my first day of school,
They share secrets and whisper words that haunt me how cruel,
This is how bleeding leads t...