Summary Of The Poem 'I Am Kovu's Scar'

Scar. I am a sailor. The great scar of the world. (pauses, taking a deep breath) Strong, cunning, and ruled with an iron paw. He had power, intelligence, and could command the respect of an entire nation with just a look. He was everything a king should be. Scoffs: But now, what do we have? Just a memory of a day. A memory that our so-called 'future king' can never live up to. Here I am, the eldest son, fighting for scraps of his memory, and yet, it’s Kovu who gets to bask in that legacy, not me.

Kovu. I am a naylor. Spit the name of the chosen one. Rolls his eyes, the golden cub, handpicked by a scar. The one who can do no wrong. The one Mom has always looked at with those eyes full of hope and pride. Everything I’ve ever wanted to be, handed to him on a silver platter.
I'm the oldest, I'm the strongest, I'm the smartest. What does he have that I don’t? What greatness does she see in him? While I, the eldest, am cast aside like some forgotten piece of the past. Every look, every word from Mother, is always for Kovu. It's always "Kovu this" and "Kovu that." Why can't she see me? Why can't she see what I could become?

Anger flares and he slams his paw on the ground; it’s infuriating! To be overlooked, underestimated, cast aside like I’m nothing. All I’ve done in life is to get her to notice me, prove that I’m just as strong, just as worthy. But no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, it’s never enough. I’m just never enough for her. I’m just Nuka, the forgotten son.

He pauses and softens his voice, choking on his words. But it’s not just anger. It’s... it’s hurting. I just want her to see me. To see the real, me. To feel the warmth of her pride, even just once. Is that too much to ask? All I’ve ever wanted is to make her proud, to be worthy of her love and admiration. To hear her say, “Well done, Nuka.” But no matter what I do, all I am to her is just a nuisance or a failure. She just doesn’t see