Birthmark
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Her eyes wander in utter forlorn
Wandering across the ink that adorns her face in blotched stains of red
Crying rivers of disgust as her clouds are evident through the fake pigment she hides behind
I dot the foundation on the uneven areas of my skin, like I’ve seen my sister Rose do. Figuring out the uneven areas isn’t hard, since my cappuccino birthmark is not the same pecan tan tone as my skin.
