Freckles
Curse freckles,
and the way they covered the face of a man
that was my happiness, my pain
my love, my loss
and the only source of Christmas spirit
that I have ever had.
Curse freckles
and the way they were hidden beneath his hair
that whipped in the cool ocean breeze,
that gave me fire,
what I wished I was, a confident girl,
what I am today.
This poem is about:
Me
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