Tuesday, November 2, 2010

POEM OF THE WEEK

Beauty Mark

God decided I would be beautiful
at 6 years old.
My mother made this discovery
in the bathroom
as she took my face
between her thumb and forefinger
and exclaimed
"You have a beauty mark!"

This can't be a bad thing
my 6 year old self thought.
A well placed, overabundance
of melanin that said
"I'm prettier than you."

But God said
"All my children are beautiful.
I just left my signature on you."



Anitra Ellison

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