There is a zit on the end of my chin;
it is round and red and raised.
It hurts when I touch it so I touch it;
I ground myself with the pain.
There is a dimple next to my mouth;
it is dented and deep and diagonal.
It shows when I talk so I talk;
I free myself with the words.
There are freckles across my cheeks;
they are organized and outrageous and orange.
They brighten when I tan so I tan;
I decorate myself with the sun.
There is green in my eyes;
it is viridian and vibrant and varied.
It changes when I cry so I cry;
I contrast myself with the water.
