That Little Scar

The little scar on the bottom of my right foot,
A constant reminder on how I entered this world,
A scratch across my foot when I was not even a day old,
I suffocated on the way in too, a tiny little life already having to fight to be in this world.

That little scar on the bottom of my right foot,
A trusting little foot holding out to the doctor, with that big needle, much bigger than my little foot.
One little movement and that trust that I had in that doctor, all gone,
I am suppose to be there, I might have to fight the rest of my life, but here I am.

That little scar on the bottom of my right foot,
How can one deny that there not suppose to be,
I am supposed to be and I will fight to be here,
But why am I suppose to be here? Why and what for?

That little scar on the bottom of my right foot, a constant reminder that I AM supposed to be here.