Bruises

Black and yellow spots

are usually what I see 

I would find them pretty

If I didn’t know what they mean

hands 

arms 

shoulders

just to name a few

my black and yellow spots

are always fresh and new

people ask me why 

my spots do always show

I dont want to tell them why

because “no one is to know”

If one day I do rid 

my black and yellow spots from me

I will sing and shout 

a child I can be

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