Acceptance This is who I am me with stained hands the shattered smile the ebony bones. When you touched me this is what I was nothing has changed for me. I was scarred from the first day you once loved this swallowed heart. How can you say that I'm unkind now not..me? What mask did you buy? When you loved me..this is what you knew and wanted. It has always been me, who I am. this is what you touched and this is what you will leave — Michelle Lynne Boik, junior, Plainfield High School   Submit your poetry, artwork and photos for publication on WebStreetCafe.